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Oh God it’s hit me drugwise. An urge, demiurge to write so hard I can barely squeeze the words down the line. Every character asquirm, so many heatpoints I have to spit them, split them, note down when and where I will write them before they get away.
July 19th the story of Abraham the angry camel
July 20th notes on a spider
July 21st the final minutes of Agnes Spoone
July 22nd the discovery of love crystal in Ecuador
July 23rd fragments of a departed tongue
July 24th the time capsule of Alfred
July 25th endless song of the golden chariot
…words, combos of the 26, sluiced and sludgeoned into effervescence.
2 years ago