I posted this a few seconds ago with the title: "Here is the end of a fucking cow"
Fecesbook deleted it. So, here you go again:
I'm really tired of writing. I'm weary of trying to organize my life in this way, to make some small sense out of any of it.
If this is all that matters then it doesn't matter enough to me any more.
Fuck it, for a while.
I want a non-verbal happiness.
I'll be the first to tell you all about it, if I find it.
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