The world is rigged and cold and no one hardly wants to know it
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Welcome to the Mercurial Muser
An inquisitive and authentic soul writing tempestuous love letters to the awkward phase between birth and death.
If I could, I would spend my days doing only what moves me. I'd read obituaries in the morning to pay homage to impermanence; agitprop before bed to remember what my hopes are. I'd use my tongue to write poetry on my lover's body. Untraceable and unplugged at the end of the day, we'd make love on the floor by the fireplace and swing life away. Our children would no longer be distracted by machines spewing out their thoughts at a jarring pace. They'd gaze upon stars instead, making question marks out of the constellations.
And I wouldn't feel so far away...
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