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                                     the reality is that everything is futile pointless
                                     un-connected-up disappointing all of it
                                     the tapestry of what is this is not all
                                     my failure but the bottom line
                                     of my reality not what I
                                     think it should have
                                     been because of
                                     my efforts
                                     but what
                                     it is by





being wormhole: it was like
living wormhole: sitting may be everything
reality wormhole: song of irrelevance
talking to myself wormhole: I could smile