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[iceinyourmusic]

I'm probably the only person in the world who didn't watch the Oscars, and, really, doesn't even care all that much. When did I lose the passion? the fire?

(I've been such a little bundle of joy half-hearted pessimism and misery all week now and only care about sleeping, and somehow the mood must always come with this acute tubulointerstitial rejection of language. that i can't now not even mildly approximate like when at best supposedly what i guess i wish to maybe say and words are truly meaningless all wrong and abject. I hate language. It irritates me. I can't communicate. I can't think. Stupid cellular words.)