I have so much to do, so many fucking commitments. But now, suddenly today, I'm feeling so adrift of 'it', from this, from all of you, that I feel like buying a twelve-pack, going to Dreamland (cemetery), run bare-chested around in the snow just to feel some life, some intensity, some still-in-this-worldness and, perhaps, even get myself locked-in for the night with the beer. The beer and whatever else may happen to be trudging through the snow.
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