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I am not sure what I am doing, but was compelled to spit out this. Cascade of colors, a delightful rainbow bliss. The result was rushed simply to make it in time for Rabbit Awareness Week. I place too much importance in silly dates and symbols that I seek. Some icons are from childhood whereas others happened more recently. This was fun; I learned layered ways to see. But I am digging a hole lost in the digital sea. There are many issues to fix, perhaps I'll update and make changes that feel more "me".

However, I don't feel comfortable in believing that I am smart or pleasant. Any verse of reason becomes the treason to what I meant. Should I imagine the deceased would like it, or is that just another false set in the foundation that grinds? Stealing meaning when there should not be any for me to find. I'm just as fragile as ever, waiting, wanting something to cut my tether.