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On a more practical level, though I am tired of knocking on my neighbors' doors to borrow a cup of sugar and having the entire facade collapse. Every fucking house in the city if a forgery, cleverly painted perspective pieces on cheap plywood.
My city is fallen Hollywood set pieces and druid prayer circles and I can't get any fucking sugar.
This needs to be taken out of context so badly.
It was a whole manic piece I had half crafted in my head before I threw it into two posts. I think I have the bug again but damn if it's been so long I have forgotten what to do with it. I thought of an ending to A New Currency while pooping the other day.