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Freezing
standing
in middle of nowhere
cold
looking for a destination
wondering
where the fuck we’re all going
seeing something on the horizon
A hazy sort of mirror thing
just an illusion
just a mirage
heading toward an oasis
we only hope is there

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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