Iris Diaries: Everybody, Somewhere
Are you?
Everybody loves to be somewhere—eventually. Even if it’s not the place they meant to land. They drift, spiral, pivot, implode, rebrand. And around me? Oh, they all got somewhere. Eventually.
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Iris Obscura
Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
Am I an intellectual?
Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*
Is this even funny?
I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
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