last big dream was some kind of reunion with high school friends D & C in a hotel room. told them we were splitting up and then - it was a couple of weeks ago, I don't really remember it now - they said they never liked him, and didn't like me either. Laughing contempt, I was, we were a joke between them. they didn't want me around them. horror that they were doing this to me now. I think I set fire to the hotel. But the dream went on and on, sharp and brutal, twisting on that rejection, like being stabbed with a fork over and over.

chirk

she looked down at the table as she said it and her cheeks mottled.

waterglyphs. following these through a desert.

'I'm glad you are asking these questions.' doesn't say why. tired of the not-saying.

moss in the boundary layer, undisturbed. the air's humid and still enough that it can reach up to drink, drink up to grow. grow grow grow. no inner structure but it doesn't need one. unless it reaches into the turbulence, gets dried out, nothing to store and carry water internally.

constricted calves, aching hip flexors. why don't they give give give.

First dance in 18 months @ 0.22

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bouncing around like I'm riding a horse! Torso of great ambivalence. I didn't have heels on because my ankles are so weak now. Tonight I put them on - couldn't even walk in a straight line for a while.

what can I do? eat the mold like it's cream, with that tiny teaspoon? mold is endlessly productive but it doesn't seem like a good option.