Imagine the Internet was a person. They’d simultaneously be the most vile and most creative human being you’d ever meet. Also, they’d have at least eight clinically-diagnosed mental disorders.
Flirting With Absurdity
My brain's like a perpetual whirlwind through which billions of tiny pieces of paper flit and flutter about. Occasionally, I'll snatch one. Sometimes I'll scrawl something onto it, sometimes there are words. I paste the paper here. Maybe somebody will read it.
Would you care for some tea?
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