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A tent, by the ocean, with a clawfoot tub in it and this. I'm good forever.
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I got so fucked up over that car I forgot about my coffee, for, like, two hours... and I'm totally bleary and insentient from this, flitting around the complicated system of pipes until I land on this image. I'm still hearing my car, but staring at the image. I'm trying to do the math. My mind's going 39, thirty-nine, yoohoo, thirdee nein, while I'm trying to concentrate on multiplying 9 by 5 and subtracting 6. Finally, I arrive at the answer.
Whaddya know?
What?
Right! My mind is, and has always been, light years smarter, faster, on the moment than my brain. I just was trained not to listen to it. So well conditioned, in fact, that it has taken me decades to hear it a little once in a while.
You don't get it. You do not exist. Neither do I.
I'm not fuckin' around here.
always and any time....
