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[tangerines]

and if i write here, i want it to be a stripped raw waltzing impromptu, Eb minor in three four time, something i do not know myself yet as i have not tipped my contemporary synthetic anaesthetic quill to quell such desires as i have this, particular plucked minute within this narcotic and quixotic hour of 8:32 in the morning, languorous with

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[electric_jesus]

back into coffee meals i go; with my unpunctual but necessary health (only unpunctual as it is too advanced in time, should've been a predecided necessity) i had mostly quit -- i know what you mean of such needing calm mornings. i wake an hour at least before school though it only takes me moments to dress -- i need an hour to listen, to watch the morning arrive on my doorstep, creeping around in panties and not another thing, my iced coffee blender prodigal child is in beautiful layers of rich dark brown, gold and white.
i feel like my return here is regressive but i don't render it quite inefficient. though it's empty, it is documenting, and i do not like to lose touch with beauties such as you. <3. i am glad you do not submit to their empty pleas.
i am out of character, everything is; but it feels much more suitable, comfortable, as though this is natural, slipping into a new form. much happier and free, artistic and not so sad or irresolute as i was in my days of dishonesty towards everyone, most of all myself. of course, my life as of late is not a particularily interesting vision -- i am doing my tedious work like health and schoolwork but we all need to be responsible once in a while, and it leaves me pleasant mind space to think freely of softer things, not to be quite so awake all night feeling as though daylight will not submit me the chances i need, to dissapear. how lovely.
mm.
i'd like to write to you! my comments to you are always ridiculously long. xx.

[tangerines]

not ridiculously! no! brilliantly! effervescently!
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