I am running straight into a brick wall and screaming. screaming at my concrete jericho.
Does it just not move because part of me doesn't believe it will?
Am I simply not enough?
'End' said the telephone, brazenly and unassailably.
'Too true' she thought.
I am sick of waiting for one day.
RAH RAH RAH BOOOOOM TEE-AY
The Good Engine
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