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Away with the wind. And the desert I am in. Again.
How does this keep happening? And whats the use of spending time chasing a dream that isnt as real as it seems?

So much for that. Its windy as shit and the dust is blowing around like some kind of dry monsoon. I am exhausted and hungry and bored and trapped inside this little room that is shrinking with every step. You can only hump a rock for so long, until you realize that you are humping a rock. But by then it is too late, and you feel uninspired and ashamed.

But not me. I enjoy humping rocks. I do it daily. Sometimes twice on tuesdays.

This post has been unhelpful in expressing what I am trying to say, so I will try again tomorrow.