drifting isn't quite the word. I lack the vocabulary to describe my current frame of mind, and I pride myself on my fucking vocabulary. You ever feel like a dust mop in a gravel pit? Masking-tape in a junkyard? Here's one: have you ever felt like the one cracked wrung on a wooden ladder?
it may sound melodramatic to you, but I honestly hope that the Mayans had it right, and not just some fluke of ancient superstition, combined with antediluvian mathematics. Let's put some much-needed punctuation at the end of this run-on sentence, shall we?
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