Ransacking memories for a broken mirror. A pool of youth that doesn't hold reflections. Enthusiastic parley with hourglasses of unknown dimensions. The gentle, tidal push and pull of rebound-sorting. Trying to stay present with a teleprompter, opposed to working toward building the Pornotron. An abeyance of rain transmuted into ragged lung-vapor. Maybe I'm just like you, but with tensile discipline, and flimsier impulse control.
1:20 p.m. - 2023-03-10
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