There's a rock. Somehow it's alive. So it's like it's not a rock but really it is. This rock has problems. It knows it has problems. The problems is that it only knows what less than half of these problems are. It has a problem with all of its problems. It's also going crazy. This rock isn't a rock. Quantum mechanics. I wish I could ripple spacetime. Shit would be fucked. Just like all of us.
I'm the moon, I'm lonely
I pulled in the tide
But it got no closer to me
And the sand looked lonely
So I let it go again
Goodnight
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