I awoke the other day, feeling like I had fallen asleep with a mouthful of pennies, and having swallowed them, one by one, had a taste of zinc on my tongue, and a heavy stomach which was slowly being poisoned.
I have no idea in what direction my life is headed. Somehow, it's both comforting and incredibly scary.
It's that feeling I get when I want to ask "What are you up to?"
And then I think, "nah. I don't need to do that."
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