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i miss making atc's. they were a lot of fun but it aways ended up stressing me out. why? i don't know. but i'm buzzin' to get to the bottom of this brain twister. not too much makes sense anymore. fear of fear. what an oxymoron. i bounce back and forth between the macro and micro-vision of myself. and i'm not just lookin' at myself- i'm hardcore staring. the way you can't turn away from an accident...you pretend you're not lookin' while your peripheral vision gobbles up as much gorey info as it can- mumbling 'poor bastard'...or something like that.