Take with you our Spiritus Mundi
Into the jungles where it will keep.

Birds passed the glittering spectacle
Vines roam though dormant over our souls
Them the keepers of our paradox,
take it into the jungles.

i havent written anything in at least a month. it's a rut i've well adapted to...
but i really do miss the softness.

my dream told me yet again about the dutch who build and control our lives.
chosen ones are put on The List.
this is the true form of reincarnation.

it feels so top secret i shouldnt be telling you.

i was going to give birth, and was checking out if i prefer this hospital.
i forget the rest of the dream

and woke up and continued reading "invisible cities".
strange book

1- 12134321

dont really understand how he titled the chapters there.

2- 54321

and etc.

?

instructions say to bold everything that applies to you...

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the heat makes me real.
the heat makes me real.
the heat makes me real.

a clamp inexhaustible, all a-stir.

to the crosses on the hillside-
be with me, still.

i am part of this flying send.

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the beach is only serene when you can't hear.

in it's equal blue, in me it makes pink.

ugh, i feel really shitty. i let my mother down again. hope thats incentive enough... doesn't make sense. what's going on with me?

that sounds uber pathetic. bad olivia.
but seriously, ive feet aimless lately.

sorry, darling, titles hold you.