Not to ask for more.
However my little turning psyche can't help itself but to ask for more, and seconds, and thirds, and so on.
Again I shift my center, this time to somewhere a little more center. Exciting! It's causing sleeplessness, upset stomach, diarrhea, nausea, conjunctivitis, and dreams about conjunctivitis. I am plagued. With all of the anxieties of a new love, this is I suppose that in a nutshell. The universe makes me rant, and makes my head spin topways and sideways.
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