music: vampires with dreaming kids ep, twin sister
mood: fascimile
a) climbing back into my chair and the thousand-mile conversation i am thinking so many directions but mostly of how we have been wearing less armour, these days. the tomatoes are too salted, the bread is still warm. i think about people becoming clear as daylight. (jump forward, over the time-zones and time together.) we expand into seasons & indentations, the places of beginning. here, this is a mirror. this is the truest reflection of light.
b) on the blinded street today, your ex-roommate suddenly appeared - the one with pale eyes and the slow-fading sentences. his hands were pushed into the pockets of a fur-coated jacket. he has intentionally started dressing like a young edward gorey. he still shuffles his feet.
c) i would have two languages & a room of dark tulips.
b) on the blinded street today, your ex-roommate suddenly appeared - the one with pale eyes and the slow-fading sentences. his hands were pushed into the pockets of a fur-coated jacket. he has intentionally started dressing like a young edward gorey. he still shuffles his feet.
c) i would have two languages & a room of dark tulips.
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