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i'm riding the metro invisible to an end unreachable. i'm covered in disguise but still feel staring. swarms of russians on the ligne 1. svelte, soviet bodies and fat, swollen faces. (too much coca cola?) icey eyes flash a monstrous smile at me and i duck out two stations before my stop.
opened up V. and found an ancient, nauseating love letter inside.
"...nonsense...nonsense....sentimental garbage..."
recollects an invasive sickness. particles disperse and self-destruct.
and now for my own epitaph:
"life is a jest and all things show it.
i thought so once but now i know it."
opened up V. and found an ancient, nauseating love letter inside.
"...nonsense...nonsense....sentimental garbage..."
recollects an invasive sickness. particles disperse and self-destruct.
and now for my own epitaph:
"life is a jest and all things show it.
i thought so once but now i know it."