the transitions are mounting on the sly. the scrawls are skewing into realizations. such deep thoughts, hardly abstruse and comprehensible, drifting into the sublunary aspects of subsistence. nevertheless there is an itinerary to follow for the day : clean the fridge, clear the mess, cleanse in the impurities. there's no word sense in the composition box.the task for today is simple : stretch the brittle muscles, expurgate the mad scramble, rise above the chaos.
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