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I feel I am not drunk enough to tell the truth, and not mad enough to lie. Hunter's words pour through me like water through a tinaja in the desert. resonating just long enough to be heard and dissipating into the atmosphere, never to be heard again. What does it all mean. I'm not sure. I haven't done enough drugs in my life to figure it all out. But there is truth in not knowing. Knowing can be exhausting. We should all just absolve ourselves from this tired direction. Continue on the path of the righteous and indirect path of desolation and despair. The vodka is in the shelf. the white caucasians are on their way. Battles rage on in the livikitchen. Animal on animal. the kingdom is erupt with possible mayhem or peace. Perception is the scale.