The Good Patrons of 750 Words

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I have a hamster wheel mind, obsessively spinning. It’s a dripping water tap mind. It’s the sidewalk air-blower man at 3 am. I’ve kept a journal for years in an attempt to settle the sediment to the bottom of the bottle so I can go through the day clear and tasty.
You know that makes this site better than those attempts at conching? The pseudo-psychological stat report. “Ah, so I am thinking pessimistically about family again. Maybe I should tell my estranged mother to get some help.” “Hmm… contemplating food. Perhaps I should eat.”
It just adds some great closure to the whole process, a much needed final layer of distillation.