Could you repurpose a porpoise? Can you repurpose a person? Can you personally repurpose a person who couldn't personally purpose themselves? I don't know if I am allowed to be this different, in such a different space. It must be fake - I must be in the tank. But, are you in the tank with me? Are we rubbing up together in viscous liquid that sticks to our skin like watered down petroleum jelly? Turning in the mess indefinitely. Am I asking for it? Am I waiting for it, and by waiting for it, bringing ever closer to being? Do I anticipate so clearly, that I call the action into action? And, I will know why it happened, it was because it happened and I knew it. I knew it would happen. Did it happen? Will I know it if it does happen?
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