I found that lately, I haven’t been thinking a lot about things.

Or, rather, I’ve been thinking just as much as I do, just that things never do seem to flesh further than grey, ignorable photographs about something that meant nothing.

I remembered when I used to think about everything, down to the last second spent with someone, and letting the music of muse wash over and drown everything else. And then I’d paint a bigger picture, and paint even bigger ones as I go, and finally the pictures grew big enough to be comprehended fully.

Perhaps I grew bored of thinking. Perhaps, after having seen things repeating itself like cogs, and knowing that, like cogs, repeating is both inevitable and necessary, and submitting is quite rightly the thing to do.

But I refuse to fall into that. Not yet, anyway.

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I missed a certain someone tonight. For something she said to me, once, a long time ago, and though I stand in every position to rouse her company (albeit company in the form of digital messages sent online), I think time have propelled me past my rights to do so.

Sometimes, I guess, not knowing things makes you a better person.

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Today’s word, at the touch of midnight, is Masticate.

1. To grind or crush with or as if with the teeth in preparation for swallowing and digestion; to chew; as, "to masticate food."
2. To crush or knead (rubber, for example) into a pulp.
3. To chew food.’

It was entertainment, really, to watch the pitiful man trying in desperate vain to masticate the plastic fruits and wondering what it would taste like. .