Feeling my emotions—no theory. My life is plush.
I stopped considering the tingles in the night: it’s in the past. But I didn’t say that!
Did you know? Did I care.
Not needing correcting instructions to talk to people. What do you need them for? What were you doing before? Why did you notice?
This is becoming quite an industry in trying to correct illusion.
But… but how is that there? There’s no corresponding idea.
Now I need a logician? A linguist? A drink?
Another feeling. Some toast? Yeah sure.
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