I Hear Silly VoicesI Hear Silly VoicesI Hear Silly Voices
It is very late, now. I am sitting in the office, playing Solitaire. Waiting for – for something. There is still work to be done, yet all I do is organize cards. Try to, at least. Like my life, the cards refuse to be organized. Another loss. It's not fair! All I want is to watch as the cards bounce down from their rightful places – after I put them there, of course – just so I can try organizing them once again. Like my life. Another loss.
While I'm playing, organizing, we are talking. By 'we' I mean me and the cards. Or maybe it's just me and the voices in my head. The cards are s
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