Early Morning...I feel the cold arm of humility covering my mouth as it hordes my body away as a hostage. My embodiment is the only thing that proves my existence sometimes. How small are we? Let us look at the astronomical proportions of our existence that melts like boughs of cotton candy in a microwave that is the nuclear furnace of the sun. I used to want to be an astronaut. Then I wanted to play for Team U.S.A. Requests and wishes fall around me like snowflakes. Love pounds into me like a bullet. From my window every morning I see the constant waiting of nature. It is a titan asleep -- ancient and cranky. Our feet, our trains, our automobiles cannot tickle it enough as to wake. It is ever patient and ever cruel and it uses gusts of wind to laugh at our perceptions. I have farted around too much to ever be a sage. My fingernails are down to the quick. I have wasted all of my life. Oh god, let me have a moment of peace to lap my milk!
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