Nearly everything Metazen publishes is worthy of shouting about. But we can’t just post about Metazen everyday.
Or can we?
I wake up each morning paralyzed. The sun hurts my feelings with its so-called brutal honesty. The drugs should kick in and soon I won’t be scared to move. I want to ride a giant jack a lope onto a postcard and live there because people only send postcards from beautiful places.
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