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I think my public face is slipping more and more often and it's hard to care at this time of night.

I found the perfect line in a Metallica song that I've long denigrated for the production style; "I want to hate it all away." It's more true right now than I can say.

I smashed something precious. It didn't help, but I'd do it again anyway. and again and again and again.

I have the words I wanted a while back. I'm swallowing them until I can find out if I need them. They're poison.

I don't have to make sense. Like twisp and Catsby; it's not for you.