death at 5:26

Hellish (redux)

I forget what the final word is.

Time fog is hellish.

What more do you require on the day of your death at 5:26 am?

What I’m Reading:

“There were moments of beauty here and there
Everything ends, and everything matters Goodnight, sleep well, my brave old world”

— Debbie Urbanski / After World: A Novel

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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