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~ SHARING SYMBOLS STRINGS FOR SO TO KEEP ON LIVING ~

I journal of waxing privacy. Glossed honesty. Dancing weather. I sing in forests whose birds air longing value. I weave canopy, swinging vine to branch as photons fall away.

I frolic in nightlife, queer theory, bod absurdity. Alive, I arrange discovery. Who will look and reconcile our eulogy? Up, Pendula! Five fruits reeled in dauber gold. And who rises? Beyond my will, a middle adaptation, miming vacant music. A JET.

My ways skip and the intentional loop summons green perception. Rounding the warp we ride a speeding plane of existence. I wave two hands, awaking smoky slumber. We contextualize thematic subjectivity, testing crisp inflated intonation.

Identified, I light by the faucet. Tap. Tap. Cheery fantasy. A lifting, bouncing laugh: opennow. The gnawing nag of inchoation. Teetering, weighing, priming. Decision plays grammar with subtle shocks. We hum deep good odorifery.


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I flow freely, not needing much but a place to call my space. Living anew in COLORADO, I want to earn a good night's rest the honest way: creatively.

Five-seven-five keeps the landlord happy so I may write without fear of any world. Thankfully, I continue.
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~ SHARING SYMBOLS STRINGS FOR SO TO KEEP ON LIVING ~

I journal of waxing privacy. Glossed honesty. Dancing weather. I sing in forests whose birds air longing value. I weave canopy, swinging vine to branch as photons fall away.

I frolic in nightlife, queer theory, bod absurdity. Alive, I arrange discovery. Who will look and reconcile our eulogy? Up, Pendula! Five fruits reeled in dauber gold. And who rises? Beyond my will, a middle adaptation, miming vacant music. A JET.

My ways skip and the intentional loop summons green perception. Rounding the warp we ride a speeding plane of existence. I wave two hands, awaking smoky slumber. We contextualize thematic subjectivity, testing crisp inflated intonation.

Identified, I light by the faucet. Tap. Tap. Cheery fantasy. A lifting, bouncing laugh: opennow. The gnawing nag of inchoation. Teetering, weighing, priming. Decision plays grammar with subtle shocks. We hum deep good odorifery.


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