The madness is thick these days in sober land. I'm tired, agitated, self-righteous. Way to make sobriety look good Captain WRANGLER! Sorry folks, the lunatic on parade, the adventure continues, electric cool-aid lemonade. That's basically the gist of it. Still sober. Too many options, and the sludge sneaks up like a rabies infected badger, an awful, sneaking suspicion that it's all for nothing, but we keep going anyway. Cocky and afraid, the worst of ourselves shining back in the mirror, unmedicated, with nothing to soften and smooth the harsh veneer of an untamed mind.
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