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we rely on pure, instinctual hums these days. the stars align right before us and motivation to connect the dots enter a routine. a routine that has sat under dust, piles of shit continually layered much like a lemon meringue pie. it's not really pie, just hollow foam that has no place. no foundation if it wasn't for that damn graham cracker crust. this is your routine. it sits alone until someone puts a topping on it. boysenberry, pumpkin, pecans, chicken... to each their ow