Feeding my cat in Shenmue, I felt an intense craving for battered fish. And gayley, I feel like I should write poetry. Blame this all on thick ammounts of information barely extrapolated, then diced in sleep. I can't think straight, I haven't been able to in a long time. Liken it to a fog of the brain...
Things are looking down again. Gotta turn to what saved me then as well.
"And she went away from me, she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she went onward, just one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake"
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