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I climbed up a mountain and looked off the edge.

I light up a fag, inhale a deep one and return my attention to this new rant of mine. Like a brand new toy car to the prying hands of the inquisitive, straight toddler, I fumble the corners, give a jiggle to every possibly detachable part. I amaze myself with my new find, allowing my mind to roam into a myriad of obsolete possibilities. It takes me about 3 seconds, give and take, to feel mentally retarded and a tad deprived. I switch my attention back to my room, a clutter of mess awkwardly shoved under my table. Dawn has long cracked, and I slouch into a lazy, stolid shrug. My cigarette dies out as I give it a quick, short stub on the ashtray. I return to my shrug.

I hope you like my new space. Tagboard’s gone, comment if you have to.