waking up is the hardest part

so many new voices
penmanships
it's highly offensive to be robbed I know
and wake up in a cocoon
welcome to barzkah
though you are awake
I think

the easy questions the hardest questions
qĭ writes this
sister to simon the medic, formerly will
friend to some
madman to many
hello hello

I've been sleeping a while

two zeroes and three of me
she's hurt where do we go?

It is very different to say the sea of humanity when each drop of water has it's own thoughts
feelings

ideas, believes, superstition, they all take up space and make noises

It's really rather confusing
but still
it was fun
it is fun
too crowded though need the air
I have presents though
And food
and really thick sweaters with pockets and hoods,
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The elevator should be called a rabbit hole

stairway to the stars no stars on any floor really

so she went to Tokyo that was the plan and it sent her down and out and away instead

no one

no carrots either

good to be home though

I'm going on a trip.

Destination is unclear, but all signs point to away.

I'll know once the doors open again.

BARREN

[ That word just sits there for a moment as if that is the sum and substance of the post. Of course, it's not. Eventually more ink follows, am emotional slant emphasized by small holes where the nib of Qĭ's pen pokes small holes in the paper.

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It's spring.

Unnatural life begets unnatural deaths. There are no celebrations, no festivals in forgotten unions and fertility.

No reasons to smile?

People needs these things. Everyone needs these things.

She proposes a hūnlǐ. A wedding. She proposes to Simon.