filling all those little hard copy diaries while leaving this space empty out. 'I almost care'
brand new perspectives or the quasi-possible explanation behind my can't spend more than 10 hours awake a day nowadays-fatigue that's been poisoning my life since I first found out I wasn't alone anymore
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those unbearable colours that can only be born
not alone
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nothing's got crossed out, anxiety still takes over at every given opportunity
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but we have, at last,managed to avoid awkwardness
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meanwhile, I'm having thoughts about someone else - whatever is happening?
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past - present- no future - boys compilation
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emerald fields, how strange it is to proceed from nowhere into its nowhere-counterpart
(too little equals too much - balance equals x)
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astonishing reluctance to use my brain. I wanted to switch things off this summer. progress didn't happen, nor did rest
and balance. decadence did. phone calls returned, more than that, even initiated, though. more safety, more belonging, childhood everlasting. I like
using modifiers unprior to what's being modified, plus inventing consturctions that haven't existed in proper use, yet, but I,
being unproper, unable to do things the proper way, have to justify myself.
goodbye, pseudo-intellectualism
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