I feel inspired. Not by the vast depth of my dreams but rather the complex simplicity in sipping a soda. By the tedious task of texting. By the sheer magnitude of one short phrase.
This is my place. I belong here. I belong with those who were mad before me.
How is a raven like a writing desk?
I haven't the slightest idea.
Yet, I know in my heart lies an answer beyond my wildest dreams.
December 7th 2012 will be the moment. The moment for what? I'm not quite sure. But it is.
I know what is because it's not what isn't.
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