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Every night i tell myself i am the cosmos.
I am the wheel.

Cinnamon toast and coffee,

a dash of sugar and milk.

Warm bed, so delicious.

Comfort; for a another cold day.

I look out the window, all is grey.

A mirror of silver and trees.

Where did the sunshine go?

Been thinking about this year, and what to say to everyone. I kept on hearing this song every time. So instead of trying to reword it, or change it, I thought I'd post the lyrics directly.


Thank you, friends
Wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you
I'm so grateful
For all the things you helped me do
All the ladies and gentlemen
Who made...
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Christmas, you tell me, comes but once a year.
One place it never comes, and that is here.
Here, in these pages no good wishes spring,
No well-worn greetings tediously ring--
For Christmas greetings are like pots of ore:
The hollower they are they ring the more.
Here shall no holly cast a spiny shade,
Nor mistletoe my solitude invade,
No trinket-laden vegetable come,
No...
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Moi? javais lhabite en spirale.
(Me? I live in a spiral)

Lhomme qui chante, lhomme qui sacrifie et se sacrifie. Le reste est fait pour le fouet.

(The man who sings, the man who sacrifices, and the one who is sacrificed.
The rest are made for the whip.)

Fuck it I'm going bowling