I am below everything.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
its good
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i really havent
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
we need to be deconstructing our identities
what do you mean
barren land
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ion
no like which do people call me
Thank you, Jack
have you read
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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