hometown issues— and other distresses— long ago happy to be rid of it’s gravity is one of unique attenuated sadness the pull inexorable— stuck in a spiraling orbit
What I’m Reading:
your own life is a chain of words that one day will snap
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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