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Surmise there’s not much left to represent currently.

Not post-modernism

this glowing fluctuate amalgam, consistently growing, constantly amalgam, constant

no representation, no self, no traveling back and forth in linear ways

never approaching a deep, dirty brown, just oil on water and oil and water and molten glass and his father and her mother and rock tumblers

a perfectly treated room, pitch black, wallpapered with advertisements. After thirty minutes, hallucinations may occur.

post-structuralist “drunkism”

oddly specific cycles

Don’t say. You say to him. I returned after love. My life is simple, compact, and unparalleled, check. You are to you. I twisted my back, my neck… Wonderful life exhibition room itself. This is all the pain from the food; is an empty drive. See, this isn’t ’ it ‘, always heard the ideal balance between general instant replacement energy stimulus soaking liquid immersion liquid immersion liquid immersion affiliation immersion immersion and immersion time. Lost energy, creating a k*** all friends and unfortunately it slowly. Good judge of right and wrong.

You will regret this as you usually do, but remember you will eventually lose that privilege too.

look down

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awha

haha

weird dreams

philospiders will be putting out an EP in the summer

losing it

24

i cannot summon enough energy to be clever. people should tap my veins for a culture of something that will give active people lethargy

“Hello Dear

My name is franca i got your email today and admire it i think i will be intrested to know you more and be your friend therefore i would like you to contact me back throug my email address so that i will tell you more about myself and i will also send you my photo if you need it as you contact me back. Hopping to hear from you soonest Thanks and i wish you the best.
franca.”

“Greetings and God Bless You,

Dearest in Christ.

With due Respect and Humanity I write to donate/ hand over this fund to you for orphanages and widows / less privileged and propagate the gospel of God(US$5.8M)deposited in a security firm in Cote d’Ivoire by my late husband. I, Mrs.Glory Williams 68 years old without a child ,married to late Dr Ramsey Williams from Israel who worked with Oil company (PETROCI)Cote d’Ivoire before he died in the year 2009 after a Cardiac Arteries Operation, presently my doctor said I will not last for four months due to Colon Cancer, you are requested to send your full name, telephone and fax number with your resident address for documentation process to transfer the fund to you without any hindrance to accomplish our vow to God. Always pray for me daily.

Thanks and waiting to read from you soonest.

Remain Bless

Mrs. Glory Williams.”

drawn tense, slow stretch back

weary leg or new glassy smile, personable with our new york, less the committee for the cigarette, free dwindled entitlement buys dying terror, not

that concerting affirm, skipped for acid coffee, instead of driftish soft airs, a glimpse, just peaceable and correct, behavior

didactic, receding, now no longer English, now has always been gibberish, now more clear, now a skin wash, three hundred prints in greyscale, now distant, and

that pissy emigrant resolve, our kowtow, no diem, no burning skyscrapers, once again comfortably byzantine, in and over, not gone, not earned,

never there, ironic, not the same language, no diem, back to historiated, or intaglio, like burning matches, chemical process, no frail, secure

dream sequence

So I left

and spent a few hundred years

exploding canyons and

erecting colossal slabs of diamond,

glassy splinters pulled from the

endlessly expanding skin

of the earth

10 things i have yet to see on the internet

1. a funny cat video synchronized to an erratic piano score

2. a woman using a clenched fist and tongue in mouth to simulate a variety of blowjobs with a bizarre amount of skill

3. a man being frightened so badly he does a backflip

4. a “hidden camera” video of a man in an office building who loses it and goes off on an insane rampage that lasts ten seconds before being calmed down and returning to work

5. an in-depth and unnecessarily extensive dissertation on the errors and plot holes in a random porno

6. 100 instances of the same line being used across 100 different movies

7. an existentialist short story played out through internet memes

8. someone homely and unattractive appearing on a talent show for beautiful talented people and being just truly, truly awful at their talent and losing

9. a collection of poorly landed punches from action movies

10. someone’s entire life for one day filmed on a POV camera, with optional commentary

july 22

we were hiking in the woods when we heard some concentrated, regular gunshots echoing outward from somewhere a few feet in the distance. we went through a comically dense bush of foliage (which cleared like slid cels from a mid century Disney cartoon) to find an african-american girl of about 17 firing a rifle at targets with comfortable accuracy. we talked for a little while; she was in high school (which as always has to be the one i went to) and her father made her practice riflery on the weekends. she hated doing it, but she had obliged long enough to be great at it; long enough to assume defying the rule as ridiculous. we spent some time encouraging her to skip out of class and hang out. her response was hopeless, and pavlovian; ingrained from some series of separate conversations, in symbolism, as to make repeating it non-sequitur to us.