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All that you have is your soul. a song I am into. be here now. a time i am into. your face now. a place I am into. working on Sundays: will soon be over for me. ha! flash forward to me working for myself on Sundays. I cant seem to make it past Sundays. Sunday Sunday so good to me. wait, wait a minute here, what has happened. where are we. how, my, things have changed. time is of the essence of time. time concerns me. i turn 26 in like, a month and three days. I want to change address in like, a month and three days. okay. maybe i will. i mean, maybe maybe. seatttle to new york to mississippi. the new york is linked to the me and mac move there plan. and who knows. I mean, who knows what I will do? you knows. blue knows. tired some morning time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time. ah. i feel better. not only did the act of writing time time time time time time time time time over and over again feel like I was focusing on something I care about, but I also hit a swell rhythm in tapping the keys. i mean, tapping? its more like pushing buttons. typing seems like it might take more force. there is no pounding on this key pad. keying. that is what maybe it ought to be called. keying. being. leeing. sheeing. peeeeeeing. piss up a rope. i cant make you love me if you want and all I can be is what I want. yup. crickets. chickens. frogs. dogs. the pound. the cake. the bakery. intrigue. i submit a request to quit one minute early. request denied.