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Not me. Unfortunate stock photo guy.

Imagine a beautiful bouquet of flowers slowly dying, losing all color and life while simultaneously transforming NOT into a pile of dead flowers, but turning into a pile of vomit. Actual puke. That’s my idea of worry, turning something good and natural into something also natural, but extremely unpleasant.

When I was young, I used to underestimate the power of the mind. I didn’t believe in mental disorders, I didn’t think the mind could consume reality, distort emotion, and change behavior. As an adult, I understand this is the very nature of being human and it’s part of the burden of consciousness, understanding, and self-awareness.

Bored, uneducated, homeless — em dashes are my specialty. I write what I see, think, and feel. That’s it.

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