i used to like lasagna. not sure what made me stop? maybe one too many that seemed more liquid than solid.
life feels too liquid sometimes.
i wish the ground felt more solid.
sometimes life could feel more solid?
The inner machinations of a middle-class peasant.
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the tales we tell define who we are.
A Bougie Rubes' Momentary Delusions. 
please talk to me.