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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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Saturday
Rereading Cosmos. The thing “behind” the thing–what is extended and assumed. The shadow of a thing, the shadow of a shadow of a thing, the shades of warmth under the sun. But the shade is only in relation to the warmth, which is only in relation to the sun, of which the shadow is also…
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