Things are not going well.
We know. That's true. You're right.
Why must things take a return, and not a good turn?
They can't. You won't. Don't stop.
I have an idea. You are changed forever. That's neither purely good or truly bad. It is more truth than fact. Is an astronaut supposed to feel at home in outer space? Or upon a distant planet? He can pretend.
You're all rambling. None of this makes any sense. Nobody's helping me.
You're all rambling. None of this makes any sense. Nobody's helping...
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