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two (or is it three...?) weeks in to the overnight shift and never have i wanted    to wash myself in the golden rays of that nearest                     star our sun more than i do now as the ineradicable    cloak of night stretches itself over these my newly waking hours.  this night i feel massive but diffuse, like the ghost of a    glacier lingering amongst the scablands;  nebulous and immense,    like a short-circuited god-machine cannibalizing itself in a forgotten corner of the universe.    the sleep is broken, the mind needs rest.  the mind needs    rest.
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC
anemic albino animus
two (or is it three...?) weeks in to the overnight shift and never have i wanted    to wash myself in the golden rays of that nearest                     star our sun more than i do now as the ineradicable    cloak of night stretches itself over these my newly waking hours.  this night i feel massive but diffuse, like the ghost of a    glacier lingering amongst the scablands;  nebulous and immense,    like a short-circuited god-machine cannibalizing itself in a forgotten corner of the universe.    the sleep is broken, the mind needs rest.  the mind needs    rest.
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Laokos
37/M/Texas
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC
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