"When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire."
I poured the alcoholic astringent into the sink. I watched its contents swirl down into the drain, into nothingness. "I'm done. It's over. The world is ending," I whispered. But I was still there, and everything proceeded in its form and existence. Time would not stop and the world would not end.
So I continue on...
Piecing together the orthodox with the unorthodox and weaving together the ordinary with the extraordinary to create my conglomerate masterpiece.
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