Week of Worl

Words...mean something I guess....just too many of them. Can't keep up with the verbalvortex, sweeping away all that's sensible in its path. So whom am I to add to the endless torrent of information, expanding constantly until every word is meaningless. Yet somehow I am compelled to cry out from beneath the ocean, as if the right words could rise above the waves.

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