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Life, it is so very twee when you sit and ponder too long.

Who gives a fuck about the why or wherefore -- go out there and do the things you keep saying you want to do. The right words will not spell out some magical incantation, honey. Tip tap tippity tap into the night and the morning, using words that are tired of you trotting them out for yet another lap around that worn old track ...

I've got bedhead and I am exhausted and alive and my skin is glowing and I bought her flowers and I have laughed and gasped and sighed and been right there when the funniest things have happened: on the train, on the bus, walking down the street, moving my hand through air, extinguishing candles and earning my sleep at the end of each day.

I push back the trite crap, and yet it comes in like the tide, effluvium, flotsam, jetsam.

Go. Just go. Refuse stagnation, already.