http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mellified_man tyler in 200 years

i don't know which ghosts are more frightening

i made some new radio friends today

☎☌☏

i get to do a cool thing today maybe

my life can be summed up like, "i am an imposter here"

my gentle bug mandibles

i hope i get to finish some of these projects

is it unethical to use the term 'thing' when the entire brain operates on fuzzy logic
is the attempt important?  perhaps the universe is discovering itself and the advent of logics within the spectrum is on the edge of modality, and any moral truth is an adjunct-> of retrocausality that becomes the core(or always was), any available truth, would that then mean there is an integral in compassion again

what can i touch, please

this is a dilemma, i shouted

please punch me until i am no longer complacent

today i spent a solid few minutes flicking imaginary darts at the walls because of the strobe effect on my fingers
i dont think i am done

sometimes i honestly try to shake myself out of the coma but then am afraid of the consequences

man let's listen to darkwave and reread old notes out loud, i made tea and there's rum in the cabinet

ok

not sure abt this one either ●

i'll just let entropy do art for me, or something

Last(?) (two nights ago?) (Last night?)  I was no it was definitely last night.  I was in bed and fever was messing with my brain, and the wind was blowing something reminiscent.  It felt and looked like i was back in my tent, braving a fragile storm.  I rushed to grab a magic card so i could hold it and feel the cardboard, recalling days spent.  Since i'm literally a child it was within reach. 

In other news, I remembered again how once I had a diorama of some undersea area for middle school, and it contained a lego diver.  I won't go into detail about whom I think stole it, though it is rather interesting to me.  But, the art without the artist, maybe, or not?  We'll see, but that rolls into the following:  I had forgotten something about this.  Let me back up, I'm not vindictive about this and I don't particularly miss the diver, though it bugged me at the time.  What I recalled in my fevered pitch is that the toy diver in this semi-static (fishing line) shoebox display of undersea life, was wielding a spear gun.  That detail was something I hadn't considered or felt was worth remembering.

A great man once told me to pay attention and stop playing with pillbugs.  I'm unemployed

there's this certain combination of colors that's like a green a white and a blue, but the white is more like a pale yellow and i can't tell where the blue is, that makes me taste this sort of area, i can't remember if this is related to a candy, it holds like a screen in front of my causal area and is spatially like a cloud of sharp distinct electrons or fragrances or some other faux-quanta. 

but imagine some sort of cloud that's simultaneously spherically a bubble around you with a draw-string into your nose, but it's flat when you look at it, and it's somehow gazing into my memories , or something.   evenly distributed some.  i don't actually know why it's important or why it makes me think of the military, but i hope its a rather impressive candy.

this also sort of reminds me of it, but not really.  For some reason it hearkens back to a certain time when I would have this toy with mechanical teeth, and I would feed it zebra-stripe bubble gum.  which does actually look a little similar.

the important details of my life are old gum chewed by an arguably inanimate friend

not really sure about juxtapositon

my love is like quietly fetching the corkscrew to not wake the house, making a noise, muttering "fuck:", tripping on /impaling self into corkscrew, maybe something further

and also

not very sure about the juxtaposition here, i feel like the text doesn't say what i felt i meant when i wrote it originally and felt it, but it is interesting now in an area
e: decided i actually dont like it at all but i guess i won't delete it
in fact

 here is this: specifically because i hope to invoke

foggy bears in a cyan river,
mellow lute
reflective screen shadow passes over
cloud blunder
tongue curve
arc shape
flimsy cardboard rhetoric underpinned with sediment like sugar after the cereal
gulf

Ｄ█－Ｉｎｇ Ｗｈａｔ Ｐｅｏｐｌｅ Ｄ█

experimental piece from another project

not sure about it

am i really dancing to "I can't go for that"

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