Spencer's Swingers qoute sent me spiraling in self-doubt and loathing. What a strange reaction to a movie I love. But lately I feel trapped in an endless loop. Where's the fucking groundhog?
Just waiting for Lucky Man to signal the next phase. Dread at war with apathy. I can't care. Can't exist if I don't care. Another door, plz?
Finding God in the desert, seeking Him in troubled times is NOT the same thing as faith.
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