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12 August 2012

Troublesome

They can think what they like.

I only have twenty thousand days left to live.

Why bother myself with them?

As soon as they talk to me,
I get caught and dragged
to a place where my thoughts become meaningless and confused,
and in order to answer their tedious question,

I have to enter their heads,
sit in their brains and politely sip their tea

What a waste of time.

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