I am struck by my limited amount of intelligence, my copious amounts of stupidity that threatens to topple my sense of reality and life. This is compounded by the fact that I need to appear rational and orderly. All these run counter to my ideals of controlled chaos and whimsicality.
The image of the fellow using the rake leaves that sour taste in my mouth. The recent events have my seams stretched beyond the maximum, and it is but a matter of time. Yet my semblance of normality bluffs everyone. I am apparently human.
But for how long?
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