need an old fisherman who hasnt known what being in a rush is for twenty years now to impart some wisdom on my rotting hands
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Grad school is lying to you. You can indulge fixations on obscure topics on your own time. You can sit in a library color-coding notes on articles printed from JSTOR for free. You can argue with dead philosophers in essay format whenever you like. Academia is a state of mind.
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my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.
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yes dog motif, yes pomegranate symbolism, yes fig tree metaphor, I hear you, but when are we going to talk about a walnut? you lower yourself to pick it up, knees wet and dirty with mud, you hold the earthly pebble coated in a layer of skin, scalp like, and you think if you just break it open with one sharp sting of the hammer that there would be a sweet reward in the centre, a fruit of your labour, but it is bitter and sad, and shaped like viscera, and your fingers are stained a yellow brown that will never wash out. when
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One day I too will become a rusting piece of abandoned farm equipment laying in tall yellow grass
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there should be a Sisyphus emoji
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I cant live like this i need to befriend somebodys grandma
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trying to bring back eroticism while living in an age of constant instant gratification
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joni mitchell discography is back on spotify good lord nobody call me up i am Busy
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for every we're so back there are three consecutive it's so overs
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save me bruce springsteen im on fire bruce springsteen im on fire save me
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yes dog motif, yes pomegranate symbolism, yes fig tree metaphor, I hear you, but when are we going to talk about a walnut? you lower yourself to pick it up, knees wet and dirty with mud, you hold the earthly pebble coated in a layer of skin, scalp like, and you think if you just break it open with one sharp sting of the hammer that there would be a sweet reward in the centre, a fruit of your labour, but it is bitter and sad, and shaped like viscera, and your fingers are stained a yellow brown that will never wash out. when
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