Or avoiding the task of dutiful writing.
But I've lost track of time in the production machine.
And sleep is precious.
Taxing my clouded, early waking mind ranks low.
But grateful for the job.
And that the man screaming..."Keeeler, Keeler, He's a Keeeler, Look Out Keeler*" on the train was delusion.
*Killer
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