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whiskey. check. let it breathe. how did you grow up here? three three three three one on top of another, coming four in order. what i did this morning...back in the mix. face so sad, the artist she was. peace on earth. there or past. memory kept on a keychain to open doors to remember them with. lit times three at least three times. back luck to touch them on top of one another. two minutes forty two seconds. leaving. half of them everywhere. sketches that vaguely look like me. hole in it. thats me and you. careful. on time. people you dont want to see. blinding me into it. this year. six minutes forty nine seconds. sighing auditory. not hearing me at all whatsoever. deafening. what the fuck ever. not seriously. not serious at all. gathering in. happening elsewhere. its must be a bad omen. dreamt of a mirror in black in white i bled from my eyes when the sky faded.. no sounds there. twelve thirty two. say your words in numbers when its unread, know and think it. while counting on it. puddled. making your own. blessed beauty. fourteen forty seven. sven was from finland. that ultra cinematic. to reach the conclusion that alcohol was the greater evil. you havent analyzed it adequately enough yet. thousands of pounds of pressure. pronunciation. relax. release in my hands. melting away. enjoying it then setting it on fire. caving in. like geometry. one last explosion. there it goes. thats noise. wish i could write in sound so he would get it. there and the party is over. when is a minute up. twenty minutes away as long as its not in the morning maybe youll be here maybe someday sleep can be blissful. setting sun. the most inate objects to be found again when its risen. took the last one much too much to cope with. its like seeing through soft focus.