whether the shells of the earth yawn and lay down their arms over-through-around each other i do not know or the connectedness all the houses all lit up and the network stretches all over the earth's shells i do know myself in shells myself though fully wired on the level-online most of the time i sense a disconnection in myself never fully satisfied spacing between breaths eyes all tones of brown hair (why do they all have brown hair?) clicking my tongue in mouths left on read entering reality in a manic-hyper-way type of way often i do not know what of myself is real beats away for whom lowered tired legs on bed frames from walking days lays down in company
i think i got pleasured today though i'm not too sure all the days are blending into multitudes-lists; detailed studies of colours jump-cuts freeze-frames names of people whose lives i should know about and their works
i'm pretty sure i smoked today and i will do it again fulfil myself as an existentialist for her it is about laying down on the ground but the meaning is different to me i must take off and be free
i wrote this during studying for those exams in june