And here I sit, plugged in, glued to the spot by engagements and lost causes.
Wires connect and disconnect, redial and wait for the buzzer.
I'll sneeze off this sexual lapse into summer traditions.
Make good use of these times, hopefully they won't last.
The wicked last punchline.
Violent outbursts lead to smashed dreams and pincushion walls.
Left alone and hollow, a wraith plagued with...
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