4/15/19

I'm seeing the dim chaos of relationship emotions and politics playing out a thousand miles ahead of me... the dust storm approaching just in front of the first shock wave. The radiation arrived at light speed, has already blinded our eyes, flayed our skin - the mechanical acoustic waves are catching up a little ahead of the blast wave. They're loud.

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channeling easy mode

Sometimes I fade, like  Bod . Then proceed to get away with things. Stealing time, treating myself. To a glorified journal entry. This pigmy...