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MOWED down many flies yesterday.. seems to have alleviated the main sprawl of them. want to go all assassin at work, because its a nuisance shooing them away when a customer retrieves their drink or food. often the flies flock to their items immediately, this is embarrassing at best.
im darting home, meth-eaten and spouting off recursive memories of my nanny during her illness and you only respond with how im running out of breath. i know you always know, we listen to each other regardless tho. i know i get so far away.00=-im high and just wanna get higher because im distraught having misplaced my rpecious jhe41=5- headphones, kind of like a second skin. if theyre not in your car im really really worried. tis like losing a child OKAY
obviously there is trauma with losing things i really cant stomach
also cant bring myself to picking up the final fantasy tattrered shirt, now on day 3 maybe i dont know but the dead baby gecko is under there and i cant imagine it has a stench, finding it strange the shirt/autopsy cloth has remianed undistrurbed. if not the dog, surely one of the cats would be curious? especially considering one of them (betting on clarissa) was undoubtedly the executioner,yes? i mean. totally intact and so smol. so he wasnt tortured, not remarkably. autoposies and the use of "unremarkable". dont you want to contest this when the report is based on the body of someone you adore? they are quite remarkable, actually!, you think to yourself.
writing is physically painful and i have yet to facilitate an ergonomic solution. i love pens. im 30 and still genuinely discovering many things i long thought made me "happy"/identified with immensely are useless relics nowadays, and i shed them like moult. penguins moult. i remember that. i would love to be a penguin, briefly, for a lapse, to escape the 100+ degree days of july here lately.
im darting home, meth-eaten and spouting off recursive memories of my nanny during her illness and you only respond with how im running out of breath. i know you always know, we listen to each other regardless tho. i know i get so far away.00=-im high and just wanna get higher because im distraught having misplaced my rpecious jhe41=5- headphones, kind of like a second skin. if theyre not in your car im really really worried. tis like losing a child OKAY
obviously there is trauma with losing things i really cant stomach
also cant bring myself to picking up the final fantasy tattrered shirt, now on day 3 maybe i dont know but the dead baby gecko is under there and i cant imagine it has a stench, finding it strange the shirt/autopsy cloth has remianed undistrurbed. if not the dog, surely one of the cats would be curious? especially considering one of them (betting on clarissa) was undoubtedly the executioner,yes? i mean. totally intact and so smol. so he wasnt tortured, not remarkably. autoposies and the use of "unremarkable". dont you want to contest this when the report is based on the body of someone you adore? they are quite remarkable, actually!, you think to yourself.
writing is physically painful and i have yet to facilitate an ergonomic solution. i love pens. im 30 and still genuinely discovering many things i long thought made me "happy"/identified with immensely are useless relics nowadays, and i shed them like moult. penguins moult. i remember that. i would love to be a penguin, briefly, for a lapse, to escape the 100+ degree days of july here lately.