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ACCIDENTALLY UPSET A JAR LABELLED “THE STUFF OF LIFE” AND NOW THE FLOOR IS WRITHING AND MAKING ANGRY COMPLAINTS :(
I OFTEN WISH I WAS INANIMATE
NOT BECAUSE I AM MORBID OR UNHAPPY ABOUT BEING ALIVE BUT BECAUSE I GREATLY ENJOY SILENCE
BEING ALIVE IS NOISY THE THROBBING CACOPHONY OF BLOOD AND ALL THAT
THERE’S WIND AND ALL SORTS OF THINGS