Entropy

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The grease from my gears goes here. Not just the fresh grease that keeps the machinery from grinding, but the stuff that has been here for years. The stuff that has turned black and dripped into the guts of the machine. The stuff that has served its purpose but still refuses to leave the system. Perhaps it never will. Now it creates fumes that wind and curl their way up through the circuits and wires to cloud the output. Or maybe it clarifies the output. We'll see in time.

 

[PresentTense]

RE: Entrophy

Today was one of those where I keep thinking that everything is just a mistake and nothing has any business existing. Stones, every living thing, thought, distance, heat and cold. It's weird, man.