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Instead of slowly building a tonal palette across months years even spend your minutes hours days gathering the main threads and loose ends of a life’s oeuvre into a tapestry brilliantly feral and unknowable. Tack it by the roadside where the asphalt leads back to lost dreams so beautiful. Where those you cherish most are already looking back from a future where nothing quite worked but some unexpected air still managed to find it’s way into the digital chatter claustrophobia. Learn not to worry and hold close the absurd mystery of your hands hands never quite forgetting to search for a familiar shape in every darkened room beyond the space set aside for dreaming. 
Never forget to repeat yourself endlessly, endlessly endlessly endlessly when the subject is love.
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Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC
Dark Star Spinning
Instead of slowly building a tonal palette across months years even spend your minutes hours days gathering the main threads and loose ends of a life’s oeuvre into a tapestry brilliantly feral and unknowable. Tack it by the roadside where the asphalt leads back to lost dreams so beautiful. Where those you cherish most are already looking back from a future where nothing quite worked but some unexpected air still managed to find it’s way into the digital chatter claustrophobia. Learn not to worry and hold close the absurd mystery of your hands hands never quite forgetting to search for a familiar shape in every darkened room beyond the space set aside for dreaming. 
Never forget to repeat yourself endlessly, endlessly endlessly endlessly when the subject is love.
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Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC
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