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Record of the Rest of the World in the Ever-after
Assessment 4
Consider most what you dictate to the emptiness. Regard it with heavy heart, mind, and posture. The most lips and eyes and ears take residence there. Consider it most.
Somethings are listening.
Feeling the itching of weight loss.
Regaining cold freedom, cold familiarity.
Straining against the loftiness of openness.
When I speak to ( Read more... ) -
Thesaurus-ramblings of a highschooler
I’m very much in the gallery. Thoughts, people, experiences are all encased in glass. I observe them and acknowledge their existence with no deeper consideration than the fact they’re real. A semblance of zen, but I don’t think I landed here willfully.
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Smoothbrained ramblings
With panic as my libation, here I doth post.
An old acquaintance had a Snap story recently - just a picture of a notebook where she’d scribbled the same few words over and over, for pages on end. The caption on the pictures was something to the effect of “I remember when this was every day”. Most days I can’t even muster up that level of energy for ( Read more... ) -
I can’t burn this so it has nowhere else to go
I hope the new Animaniacs make a Captcha joke. God that’d be so good for them.
I’m journaling again. It’s a sign of the times. I’m in purgatory, as a matter of fact. Trapped. Humbly happily trapped. Waiting for a thread to snap. It won’t. It hasn’t yet.
I think I’m handy around the place. I think it’s one of the only true qualities I possess. I try ( Read more... ) -
a fucking emoji
midis have reminded me that i'm a failed dramatist
what the fuck -
hey
megan anderson farts more than anyone i know,
and also her farts sound like dying frogs
and she is going to make a fart cake out of the dying cries.
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Where are the entries?
I've a penchant for scribbling on wrinkly paper and passing it off as "journaling". Maybe someday i'll scan my myriad parchments lorn and shorn and show my normal way of communicating my ideas; in the most vague and neurotic way possible!
This all occurs as I stand in a cubby for ten hours. -
Watershits
I'd like to take this humble opportunity to thank Micheru Saado for introducing yet another fascinating world to me. Well, let's add this to the list. The pot. Melt it up, combine it with some Tolkiens and Gaimans, and we may have ourselves a unique flavor to our writings, soon enough ( Read more... ) -
Happy, so happy
I've done nothing excitingly notable lately and none of it's coming into this text box here. No Java scripts, no game theory. Nothin' you can wave a finger at. For shame. I did toss and turn last night though, and many of the nights prior. Join me in my restless bed? -
I'm walkin' round the world... but first, show me what you do.
Being "ready" for something is a nebulous feeling. Or, maybe it's the illusion of being ready. What ready is might pertain to the thought of assumption, contributing to notions of "advancement", but I speak too often of this for it to be truly novel anymore. A novel idea, a novelistic intention! Being ready, for me, is something I may come across ( Read more... )