What is this madness that has siezed me, this inpenetrable force that has permeated my normally sensible cerebellum and eclipsed all reason. Why am I clumsily clacking at hard plastic cubes to state something that can have absolutely no consequence or bearing on the larger scheme of anything, in this small world.
"Why the sudden urge to express yourself, Maria?" To lay your mind bare to cyborg marauder's and float in cyberspace abyss. "Are you really that lonely?" To set aside your calm pencil and ash white paper, to turn to treacherous technology for ill-found solace. Are you really that lonely?
I suppose I am that lonely.
You will do just fine, as far as your writing is concerned, its just exquisite.
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