it’s not enough to revise any length of days or events in rewind. you were beating your head against the cemetery wall, and that was then, then now, and when an ecstatic snowfall of fireworks triggered the first smile felt in so long, that was then, then now, and if you think you can have your way with the calendar, then remember that if you find yourself where you are, that was also then, then now, and someday soon, in the drywall of a new year, comatose from an overdose of tangled limbs, soon then.

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so long and thanks for all the pish.