Going through notes on my old phone and found this. No idea when or what I was on when I wrote it but here it is.
"This path, it's a sullen one. Painted with danger and silent violence. There are victories, to be sure, and casualties even surer. "I never asked for this", you lament to your makers.
They don't reply. You didn't think they would.
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@Tail I feel this...
@Klaatu_Veratta_Nectarine I love salsa so much
@XSGeek RIGHT?! lol
@Tail
I kept a notebook beside my bed just for those incredible poems or thoughts you dream that are so profound, but lost in the daylight hours.
The last entry convinced me to quit.
"No matter how much you dislike pickles, what else you going to do with cucumbers?"
Yours was much more elegant.
@damselfly59 HAH, wow. Man hunger drives some weird inspiration.
Hilarious.
"The faceless shapes move by you on the streets. You feel a touch of pity, tinged with envy. They have nothing at stake, here. No dog in this fight. "How different things would be today," as you ponder never having tasted Titos Tacos.
No, this fight is not for them.
The perfect salsa eludes you."
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