Awaking to nostalgias on a dusty Thursday. Another medium by which to donate irreplaceable chunks of life. Purple skin and pointed ears, comingling distastefully into homogeneity. Advancement greased with the citrus-scented oil of labor. Until it isn't. Unmarked letters from old not-friends, in which are references to sisters of shy smiles. Countless lenses refracting the light of as many dimmed eyes. Proofing hours of binary mistakes. Retiring to a mess of loose featherdown and yellowed pillows. While disgust and dissatisfaction wait their turns to sharpen their authority on a softening mind and hollow routine. I haven't stayed long. And I'm beginning to hate it here.
5:59 p.m. - 2023-11-10
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