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bone work

Painting pictures and writing poems is all i know to do during this beautiful winter.
Books have universes within that expand possibility.

I see the people closest to me. Others cope better than others. The company-made dollar is more than a blanket for some. It's a strange escape that detaches them from life. I show grave concern for my loved ones. I encourage them to seek their passion. Everyone has something that they love doing. Something that won't kill them.

I hope everyone who doesn't care will make way for humanity.
Cancel the apocalypse.


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