"Monday
Me.
Tuesday
Me.
Wednesday
Me.
Thursday
Me.”
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Monday
Rewatched Your Name. So sad and warm and infinitely sad, the kind that bathes you in a warm shade.
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Sunday
Took a walk in the mountains at night. Not actual mountains but the landscape was cut clear and you could see the soft glow of the sun. Anyhow, I’m walking and I see a bunch of slugs. I try not to step on them but some have already be trampled. Then their slimy slime explodes…
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Saturday
The delinquency of lying. Where have I seen her before. One exhausts the other through the synchronicity between them. I don’t know. The replica, reflection, shadows… permeate. I do not think of it. Something appalls me, and the incandescence of the trees glows.
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Friday
plucking the roots of my stasis off the depth of my languor. When it rained a few days, I realized that the sound of water is really the water flowing over the rocks. Or at least the sound that I heard had incorporated the sound of rocks, but not necessarily rocks themselves. But it is…
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Thursday
Glow that slowly peels off the slugs on the streets… It’s good to have a black dog. Nothing interesting in the past month. Or have I become boring. I mull over the stupor of mud again. A pomegranate. Evening. Ejaculation of the sculpted pulps–sleeping. The slugs are over me again.
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Friday
The image of which everyone dreams erodes… an illusion is only an illusion.
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Thursday
Stupor of forgetfulness. Is there a portrait of nothingness.
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Sunday
In the depth of earth I have found a nothingness growing out of the nothingness of trees, pregnant of…
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Monday
Gotta make up for the blogs. I’m so behind, I know. I’m so fucked too. I’m always getting fucked in the ass by myself. Modern slang for Witold’s inner penetration? I think it’s the same thing floating around, but people have stopped extracting its meaning so we’re left with something like the “empty husk of…
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Tuesday
Proper stagnation for a month or so. I don’t believe it. I’ve been so distressed and perplexed, too much going on in my head nothing at the same time. I don’t know which it is. I have found that between oppositions, there are not binary constructs that oppose one another but gradations of scales, from…
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