yesterday i sat with a tumor attached to my head. unable to afford the surgery, grabbed a swiss army knife to pry it off. the attempt was unsuccessful. unable to gather the strength in order to really get it done. but that was not my tune yesterday.remember, i was in a cafe watching people in the rain. in a far off place, she sat singing her complaints. a case of laryngitis overcomes her throat. paralyzed in a seat, in front of a screen, incapable to remove her glistening eyes from the colorless shapes. enduring it as long as possible, then finally filing a formal complaint at the police department. dully noted. you and i are like a movie production. some of us are only needed for a few scenes. however both of our names appear at the credits. just as a formality, as we have already parted ways long before that moment comes before the viewers' eyes. that experience is more than enough to rent the movie again in the future.
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