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i want to write. i'm not sure what i want to write, but i'm itching, and this is the first scratch pad that came to mind. i could stretch for my journals but they're buried in drawers and under the waving of pencil shavings. so i'll see if i can spray it all here. i just want to go go go. um. ok. go? i catch myself constantly on coincidence. i wait for a hesitation or an unmovable object to determine my future. but why must it be determined? just wait. you'll see. i've seen too much, it seems. the majority has turned negative and i'd just like to expect blushes and brevity. but now it's all bland, backwards abandon that draws itself out until my fingernails fall off.
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the phone cut out again. i'm just here during intermission. i've never been more unsure. about. everything. i've never been more mature or unsure about everything. sure, the plural of this is lamp post, but just get out of my head. i've cut up too many false pretenses to fully realize that somewhere out there is alaska. there is a blue fish in the ocean right now taking a piss and i haven't even opened my window yet to let the smoke out. outlet.
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all the bottles are back with all their caps in all their original positions in the box. you're welcome. let's blow smoke. hey wait.
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all of this is just an erpution of interruption. it's going to have to stop soon. let's take these bottles and their caps and our smoke and our suffering on a walk into the cold wilderness between housing developments, shall we? we shall. erase.
(pause)
the phone cut out again. i'm just here during intermission. i've never been more unsure. about. everything. i've never been more mature or unsure about everything. sure, the plural of this is lamp post, but just get out of my head. i've cut up too many false pretenses to fully realize that somewhere out there is alaska. there is a blue fish in the ocean right now taking a piss and i haven't even opened my window yet to let the smoke out. outlet.
(pause)
all the bottles are back with all their caps in all their original positions in the box. you're welcome. let's blow smoke. hey wait.
(pause)
all of this is just an erpution of interruption. it's going to have to stop soon. let's take these bottles and their caps and our smoke and our suffering on a walk into the cold wilderness between housing developments, shall we? we shall. erase.