quasi_sean

LISTS WRITTEN IN DUST.

come now. my shadow. i have decided to disown you. how great.

stop for a second. watching him run. she's touching herself behind the curtain. i hear joy. division in ideas and examples of art.

i have no reason. incoherent.

i'm slimy when i speak and cry.

these are such stupid dates. <-------------1-------5--------9------43------------------------->

i wonder about the desert--from the bird's view it resembles the exit wound of a shotgun blast, with pieces of the desert splattered across the lake. i press my face to the glass and wonder how long it would take for anyone to find themselves in such a place. it is gigantic and i can see blood drip from the shores. jet skis and paddle boats are good company for this assemblage.

god, you are really strange.

your arms are hairy and your snoring disrupts everything. my ears need to explode and i cannot do it. my drink is flat. the air is freezing me alive above the 100 degree bathmat.

breathing in the air from another place in the world. i like the way it tastes.
no body has friends up here. people are still talking to keep themselves from going to sleep.

goddamn.

i'm awake, kind of. i'm losing hours. i'm gaining light. soon i will be dropped into the middle of lights. the light you can see from space. the recognizable. i'm not sure.

this must be the most bizarre plane ride ever.

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kisses.