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sometimes, i can play in jeb's destroyed argyles. the once a days are hermetic; like fishing with nails then rockets. miss the 4 gyroscopes, they could cure me. casually stumble, these days, upon stranded algae. it's slippery and porcelain and so goddamn inspiring. sometimes, i forget that i am made of cells. sometimes, i slip off into mobile home parks hoping that those funky wanderers are not dissolving in their own isolation. in the middle of the bright ass sunlight, i lock myself inside of dolphin's carcass. there is no story behind this sorta act, it's just one of those things that i must do.
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