Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace indeed. Inhalation... exhalation... one without the other is death. As of late, I've been incredibly fatigued and now the proverbial push has come to shove and I find myself here... casting my royal musings of pure nothingness into the electronic ether of your mind. The ball must start rolling from somewhere. Whether or not I have anything of true worth to say shall remain a mystery even to me. As with anything else, time will either promote me- or expose me for the sheer genius which I presume. Regardless, now that I've opened up the vein it's time to just let it pour. If I ever manage to touch upon something brilliant, then perhaps this senseless reverie will not have been in vain.
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