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-Is very unhappy- =[
-was painting for the last two hours... started off great but ended up as a disaster and the whole thing was ruined... feels very discouraged and fustrated with self-
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To the somethingness
Which prevents the nothingness
Like Homer's wild boar
From trashing this way and that
Its white tusks
Through human beings
Like crackling stalks
And to nothing less
I offer this suffering of my father
"The Offering" - Stan Rice
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