start...?

幽霊 - desert sand feels warm at night

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welcome!! dear strangers & familiar company!

i enjoy activities that tickle my neurons with electricity
... my brain is tickled to meet you.

>> WHO AM I?
>> (WHO ARE YOU?)

• she/they

• 05-30

• "Q"

• photography?!

• literature?!?!?

• say hi!

>> ACTIVITIES I
ENJOY?

life does not matter. none of the choices i make are permanent.flip it!! we spherin' ....

• play a game!

>> cochlea stimuli

background noise. for times when you need to stare at the processed corpses of trees.

• AKA: HOMEWORK?

my soul is carnate

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Oh, God. Just look at me now... one night opens words and utters pain... I cannot begin to explain to you... this... I am not here. This is not happening.Oh wait, it is, isn't it?I am a ghost. I am not here, not really. You see skin and cuts and frailty...these are symptoms, you known, of a ghost.An unclear image, with unclear thoughts, whispering vague things...If I told you what was really in my head, you'd never let me leave this place. And I have no desire to spend time in hell while I'm still, in theory, alive.
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The Finer Points of Becoming Machine

my heart is craving

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A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows hunger. . .
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Flowers for Algernon

my mind is ailing

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You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
Tell me about despair, yours,
And I will tell you mine -
Meanwhile the world goes on.
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Wild Geese