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I sat at the keyboard waiting for something to come out.

Libertines lulled by libations…

It’s not that I couldn’t think of anything to write or didn’t have anything to say. It was more like ten thousand things wanted to come out all at once.

Houston drowning in the background…

Like a herd of wild sentiments. Let one through and you’ve got a stampede on your hands. A few minutes exploding into several lifetimes worth of worry-thought-frustration-anger-diatribe-anxious-impulsive nothings.

Fine people on almost every side…

And then emptiness. A vacuum. So instead of relieving the pressure you work in reverse. Put more stuff in there. Read more. Eat more. Watch more. Listen more.

The Dow high on itself…

See if we can jam this flesh balloon until it bursts and no border exists between here and there, you and me, this and that.

But this too shall pass.

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