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And the pretty blues went down in swirls, jumping up and down the keys with sullen eyes that reeked of alcohol. And when sleep finally leaves you, it goes through the keyhole and opens another door that just might need another picture, another, another one again. Another vicious cycle for the self-proclaimed creature of habit. Another habit obtained, and another lost. Always another, always something in new pretty sunshine wrappers.