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did acid last night.
nother way to slip from life,
futile as it is.
only sat around.
couldn't escape my tv,
free thought held hostage.
sat up for hours,
just staring at the empty,
staring at my life.
"`This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself,
sinking low over his beer, `I never could get the hang of Thursdays.'"
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