Here we go again, rewind,
though I need not be reminded. Again, shoving bulky memories into situations, play, and replay and replay and replay until the parts that I return to are worn out of the tape.
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I'm starting to feel motion sickness
from the spinning of the earth under my feet while I'm just trying to hold on. Oh!
The obliteration of the odd and obtuse! The abhorrent obligation of obviously overemphasizing the obliquely ostentatious. For the obstinate: an overestimation of their ability to overcome obstacles and open up occupational doors. The obtuse accomplice, with their overt dedication to obedience in observing each obscure absurdity (an abysmal attempt in objectivity), apparently obeys no one. |
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