the ataraxia and the asshat alike are,

the ataraxia and the asshat alike are, alas, but growing seeds, sprouting from deep within the nethermost regions of my innermost unself. I don’t know what the rest of this crap is around them, probably the manure needed to feed them. The sun has to find its way through the sludge… somehow. But those plucky photons always find a way.

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