a work of fiction

footnotes

a near miss or a close call

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dying is nothing. you have to know how to disappear

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sigh

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a gift from my phone

press play

watch on youtube for best results

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treehouse:

15 jun 8

༞༞༞ 1. yana meowed at me while going on a rampage and ended up on my bed over my left shoulder where i was seated at my desk. i turned to her to see what was up and she got up onto the bed and swiped a mouse toy out from under the covers omg

༞༞༞ 2. fuck i am very fucked up and listening to my ■■■■■■■ half puke cough up phlegm that ■■■■■■ claims is black and i am just listening and listening because what else can i do in an apartment of this size? why am i writing about this? it was going somewhere good but i forgot.

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　　　　　　 'how do i?how do i?how do i?how do i?how do i?how doi?how do i?how do i?how do i?how do i?' is the most maddening of riddles

(how do i relax?) (how do i learn to pay attention?) (how do i think for myself?)

similarly, once during a stay at the adolescent psychiatric ward, a nurse called me "anal" and i was hugely offended. in retrospect? she was absolutely on the money

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