can't see the end

would you like to hear my voice / sprinkled with emotion / invented at your birth? / i can’t see the end of me

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it begins with an open browser tab & a text box, accessed whilst in an inadvisable condition to be operating such incendiary technology. it intends to be a confession of sorts, a catharsis, release. it hopes to be inappropriate in a way appealing enough to be its own excuse. it is, as we all [...]

space & other wasted things

a fifth of january

life is like a grapefruit. it’s orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.

unchained medley / broken routine

in the matter of this energy

i am trying.

disconnection

stalled in the eye of the storm

the water flowing the endless river …

note: you will either want to turn yoru speakers up, or down. me? i turn them up.

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