Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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The mechanism is working, trudging along. There are dips, bumps, pot-holes, and sometimes they feel like the entire machine is falling apart at the seams, but it is merely rough terrain. Another series of unfortunate events in an otherwise perfect series of days. All my muscles ached in a way unlike exhaustion and a mask of screaming lay behind my face. I felt cold and clammy and I belched black bile for longer than I've ranted in quite some time. Afterwards, I felt sick, like I could hardly move and that I wanted to vomit.

A moment, a series, an exception, nothing more. Ahead, full sail, we've weathered worse.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Tajima Tadashi - Master of Shakuhachi (full album)