I don't need language. I don't need using my lips, tongue, vocal cords, uvula.
My hands aren't getting tired. I'm not wasting any pointless energy. That's why I'm getting fat. I'm becoming dreggy. When I was two kilos lighter even my dreams were different. Or two years ago. Now I want to loose ten kilos and live in fifteen years ago's world. Or be at the age I was fifteen years ago and live in the early 1800s.
Volition, courage, patience, a little bit of avidity.
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