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Night slows me down and puts me off, totter-scatter-blabbering.
Sort of funny that you would make a stop-action short.
Because I sort of (I think) pretend that I'm next to your progressing form as you move from shot to shot.
I mean, I'm next to you in the streets of a city that I never really thought I'd move into.
That never really saw myself moving in, but now I'm in the way of this other me that's just trying to say, sort of funny that you're moving on along these streets you happen to now live on.
It's these ideas that waste all my time.
It's these ideas that waste all my time.
It's these ideas that waste all my time.
Okay, so honestly didn't do anything for me once again.
But it did the night that I said to Rob that I could not Keep
my
opinions
to
myself for any longer.
But that could've been another of my blah blah blahs.