It was revelation framed in a porcelain doll's eyes. Nine in the morning is too early to realize one's self worth has dropped away sharply. The answer is the bodily tattooing of more stoicism. Not vulnerability. I've traded away unconscious social fulfillment (against a triangular backdrop), for a proto-intellectual status quo and a trip through a nebula. My mouth tastes like ash. It shouldn't matter.
4:26 p.m. - 2017-10-09
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