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If I think about existing then I find life tragically difficult. It's only when I think about a gesture-- any physical expression. I focus on voluntary movement;wed;I am incensed at my existence. Example: Fuck, I'm thinking about picking up that pen. That pen is at least a foot away. I petulantly refuse to extend my hand to clench my fingers to pick up that pen. I will sit here and rot until that pen sprouts legs and skitters over, and Fuck You to whatever law of "insert scientific rule" that is keeping that pen from me. I will expound on this later once I figure this out.


It will be gratifying.