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12 November 2008

happiness/attics/recycled

Am I there yet? Am I there yet? Am I there yet?

There's a reset button somewhere. So I can be not so lethargic and uninspired. A way to find some sort of meaning. A way to be destroyed and broken down in order to be something useful.

Just a happiness addict, jonesin' for the next source of happiness I can suck dry for my vane self interest.
Posted by mountainmadeofsteam at 22:06

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