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It's no accident that the line between the heroic and the monstrous is paper thin, razor thin. It's not surprising that the hatred across that line is as marked as it it. Me, I side with the monsters, for all the right reasons, but none of that matters because ultimately I have no choice.

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Ugh. Work this morning? Do not want.

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It's not like I've been crazy just to be crazy, or just because of absence, like someone else could, would, or did serve as the carbon rods in reactor core of my incipient insanity. It's crazy with a purpose, maybe, or at least a vector to move, or be moved, or to do work. Because it has been, work, a lot of it. It's not done, it will never be done, but there are discrete bits that stick and carry over, and I hope I've found some of those. I've got so much more work to do, but it feels like I've done something.

And now I have to share and show.