I will send messages from above.
I will photoshop belief.
I will be recognizably recalcitrant.
I will doubt the reality of my vision.
My inventions will leave me helpless.
Enjoy the interest of strangers, a blackmarket of living relics and guilty adverts.
Embrace the asphalt of the new year.
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"Who needs resolutions. Not I." Screamed the tiny-tiny man.
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