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4.10.05

a gulp of improperly integrated air

One day I'm going to grow up and I'll never be great.

I looked up two afternoons ago after a nap and stared straight at a blue doll and knew it was the fucking answer to the world. The bear beside it looked tempting, as did the lamp, as did the pink doll to the right, but it still ended up being the blue plushie. It hung from the ceiling, and it is the answer to the world. I swear. It's the fucking answer. I stared at it for a long time and was angry because I couldn't tease the Riemann Hypothesis out of it. I tried, though. It was fun.