and i'll ramble about how much i love the word ramble
for its quaint quality, how it puts me in the suburbs of live journal
with the mass of amateur writers who tell the distant deep sea divers
that they’re “rambling”, just “rambling”
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channeling easy mode
Sometimes I fade, like Bod . Then proceed to get away with things. Stealing time, treating myself. To a glorified journal entry. This pigmy...
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