It’s cold. I learned or at least I realized this last year that most of the things I learned or realized this year are not things that I can say in words. All is quiet on New Year’s Day. Sometimes it hurts to remember and sometimes it hurts to forget. Sometimes it hurts to remember and sometimes it hurts to forget. All is quiet on New Year’s Day. To all the various tantrisms and tantrums and Baba-Yagas of the world we are yet to discover I commend. Love is the unknown and love wants to be found. All is quiet on New Year’s Day. Last year I saw a vision of a man tearing himself apart. Last year I became like a deer in headlights, a statue in the eyes of the bullet train that is the woman I love. Last year I died 108 times but thankfully all of those deaths were little deaths la petit mort and not the big R.I.P. All is quiet on New Year’s Day. I don’t know why I extrapolate my feelings and actions and problems that I have as an individual with problems that people as a society has. I’m sure everybody does that though. All is quiet on New Year’s Day. I don’t know why I did anything last year because I’m not that person anymore. All is quiet on New Year’s Day. Cheers to us all. Happy New Year’s.
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