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When my brain is blurry, things are in hesitation at best. No progress is made, or slow to begin. What kind of wash is needed to pour away this soot from my neurons? Is it the words or the art? Or is there even a difference? Does me typing this help? Or is it you reading it that makes it so?

I pause to think.

You pause to think. 

We are breathing the whole time without realization. 

How funny our blurry brains can be.

Massacre? Thats absurd. Last to serve? That's for sure. Drastic lure of passive terms. Jurassic craft that lacks a cure. Bastards have a classic stir to others' bashful fathomed urn. They lack the stern to watch and learn. The tactful turn would bask when warm. Change the world, not crash and burn. Fast the cattle, food adjourned.

To give is to provide. Whether it is selfish or selfless. Another's perspective should only provide insight to your doings if you are aware of yourself in that instant.