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July 06, 2017 - 141 words
Late nights lead to later nights and suddenly you wonder just how this galactic time scale got so skewed like a cosmic seesaw so far off balance it could come off the fulcrum at any moment and then you remember: you keep saying yes. You say yes to everything and you find people who also say yes and you light another candle, scratch at the gate like an unreasoning animal desperate for a bit of relief because you know behind every door there could be another door and deep down you’re haunted by that line of Hunter S Thompson’s about thinking that just behind some narrow DOOR men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things you’ll never know. This shouldn’t end with something stolen from a vastly better writer but that’s the way this one’s going to go.