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Tonight's companionship consisted of:

1 sachet of 3-in-1 instant coffee
2 teaspoons of condensed milk
2 sticks of menthol cigarettes
1 box of safety matches
1 cat of the male kind

After eight hours of intermittent sleep, everything suddenly seemed alright that it felt strange. Maybe it was because of the atmospheric shifts - it was, after all, nearly December. After a number of guiltless puffs and occasional sips, everything seemed okay. It has been a long while: the unaltered goodness of nicoffeine, heightened by the liquid sugar, redeemed everything that was bleak. The feline creature made everything more bearable: immobile yet moving. In a confined place, everything felt safe, everything looked fine, and everything sounded sane. No one was keeping track of anything. Nothing, in particular, had to be taken note of. Everything was a blank slate, or something similar. Suddenly, everything that was unimportant was long forgotten. Everything seemed fine. And above all, everything seemed strange.

All of which ought to be a good thing... ought to be.

And then, there it was, malingering: "Why must you generalize everything?" The generalization of everything's generalization: apparent circles, repetitive holes, unending questions.

Coffee, cigarettes, cats - more of these, please. Then, go back to sleep, where everything is genuinely strange. And, of course, alright.

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I'm more of the coffee-and-cats kind of guy. Maybe its the absence of cigarettes that make this post seem unfamiliar. I haven't really felt this-I think..
Good for you, then? Cigarettes are deathly. As opposed to coffee and cats, which are both heavenly. ;)

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Tonight's companionship consisted of:

1 sachet of 3-in-1 instant coffee
2 teaspoons of condensed milk
2 sticks of menthol cigarettes
1 box of safety matches
1 cat of the male kind

After eight hours of intermittent sleep, everything suddenly seemed alright that it felt strange. Maybe it was because of the atmospheric shifts - it was, after all, nearly December. After a number of guiltless puffs and occasional sips, everything seemed okay. It has been a long while: the unaltered goodness of nicoffeine, heightened by the liquid sugar, redeemed everything that was bleak. The feline creature made everything more bearable: immobile yet moving. In a confined place, everything felt safe, everything looked fine, and everything sounded sane. No one was keeping track of anything. Nothing, in particular, had to be taken note of. Everything was a blank slate, or something similar. Suddenly, everything that was unimportant was long forgotten. Everything seemed fine. And above all, everything seemed strange.

All of which ought to be a good thing... ought to be.

And then, there it was, malingering: "Why must you generalize everything?" The generalization of everything's generalization: apparent circles, repetitive holes, unending questions.

Coffee, cigarettes, cats - more of these, please. Then, go back to sleep, where everything is genuinely strange. And, of course, alright.

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  1. I'm more of the coffee-and-cats kind of guy. Maybe its the absence of cigarettes that make this post seem unfamiliar. I haven't really felt this-I think..

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  2. Good for you, then? Cigarettes are deathly. As opposed to coffee and cats, which are both heavenly. ;)

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