

fourth dimension.fear permeates me like dyefourth dimension.
running under my translucent
skin.
a salt-wind is dripping from the east coast and azure waves
cascade across the corners
of my brain; i hand-trailed the railings and i hand-picked the quicksand
and the mirrors. sometimes i feel that there is nothing left for me here.
i used to pray for greener grasses when i escaped the clutches of my sycamore
but there are no grasses there; there are only bluer skies and shooting stars that burn my
eyes. i wished and now i have


of birds and raindocument 1.of birds and rain
may 17th.
"if this is how it starts how hard is the rest going to be?"
may 18th passes. so does june 22nd. in the time between and after, I am left only with my birds and the rain
and it rains all the time.
august 7th. I can no longer hear the geiger-counter clicking of the gutters over the echoes of crows and car horns, though the mud that devours my shoelaces each morning tells me the storm still hits while I'm asleep.
november 24th and even the pigeo
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wait out there on a star, nova lazy.
i like it when my hair is poofy too!
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And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance
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spécial dédicace a la flaque ou l'on nage, ou l'on se noie
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Because I'm sick of you.
Everyday is Christmas day in the Christmas day chatroom! [link]
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if it's never dark, how you gonna know the sun when it shines
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