| returns | ||
| typhoid |
she returns, both as a reborn new_moon and as a flesh and blood and warmth. fireflies in the mist. fractal sunset blurs through the interface. upsetting, but real. das blinkinlights in the darkness. i see you standing in the sunset, eyes closing teeth flashing strands. a halo. the night is young, the moon is ancient. |
000120 |
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| slim whitman or zamfir | This sweater doesn't fit me. | 011017 |
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| past |
some days slipping back into my mid-2000 music catalogue is enough to make the world brighter. those were the days when adolescence was fading away and i emerged from who i was into who i am becoming. the places i am are different, but similar. the people oh so likewise. and the world is cold and full of life. let's go play in the snow. |
140203 |
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| silentbob |
At work I am elbow deep Shipping and receiving The goings and the comings the sendings and the returns All I want is one return from you to solidify something |
140203 |