Eerie

It's like a new Beauty and the Beast.
And I'll go scratch my fleas in the shade, trying to figure out what's real - where we're at, and the heavyweight of two months' worth silence.

Cleaning up the mess, tidying up behind three years of high school emporium, coughing up words that'd slept for so long they're now cold, and damp, and meaningless. Lose your mind in the senseless sweeping of old papers and books, like the famous old lady I'm keeping bits of strings and all sorts of tit-tats, just in case.
Just in case I change, one day, make a U-turn and break down into new pieces. But hey, one crisis per group is enough - cheerios.
Et là paf! ça fait des chocapics.

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