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I say casually: well…because a vacuum exists between what I’d really like to say and each of our sparse utterances.
My body now only moves in one continuous, soft, painful crucifixion on him.
No one has ever died as far as I’m concerned and it’s rare that anyone is living, except in the theater of my thoughts.
This was so feverish. interiority kept at arm’s length? Into it
My body now only moves in one continuous, soft, painful crucifixion on him.
No one has ever died as far as I’m concerned and it’s rare that anyone is living, except in the theater of my thoughts.
This was so feverish. interiority kept at arm’s length? Into it