on guidance

i've given up on bright-eyed idealism just as surely as i've stopped trusting cynicism (irony a little?). i was never very good at middle ground. serendipity ceases to exist at precisely the moment you begin to depend on it. what, then, remains? (besides the frog)

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"the more quickly this horror is disposed of, the better" .... hahaha, how well i listen!