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I did this thing where I described the sounds I’d heard in an hour. Completed a few days ago. Decided to post. Kinda has an incomplete feel but whatever.

It starts with the almost silent, inaudible, barely there sound of air filling my lungs, (or what’s left of them). I once heard that you do not [...]

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If I don’t know who to be with, and who I want I can’t be with, then maybe it’s best to be alone for a while

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There is no room for scathing remarks anymore, whereas I could once see myself expelling loaded words everywhere, then trying to backtrack and pick up the remains. But, being scatterbrained so frequently is the product of immaturity, and it is something that should be left behind. Back to the original point, back to mentioning my [...]

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Quote: Imaginary Perversions. ”Sexual perversions are morally neutral, cut off from any suggestion of psychopathology – in fact, most of the ones I’ve tried are out of date. We need to invent a series of imaginary sexual perversions just to keep our feelings alive…”
 
You know, if everything around you seems bleak and gray, you always have [...]

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I don’t know if I should write another wishful note, because by the time I find somewhere to attach it, some (unlucky?) address to send it to, I will not be “here” enough to make a difference. 
I’m lying in the bed that made me fall asleep to Faulkner. This time, I fell asleep to Ballard, [...]

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Very few go through life feeling, it seems. It’s as if I’m attached to Earth’s umbilical cord, emotion is stronger, things seem to upset me more. Joy is comparable to euphoria, its opposite is felt with the intensity of a bludgeoning.
I speak with her frequently and among the topics we discuss are how we think, [...]

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With men, I have no tongue, nothing which would facilitate articulation. Words flow from the mouth without hesitation, without a slight pause. Feeling freely is sometimes a burden, as it ends up looking as if I’ve spread myself too far, when really I’m indecisive and stubborn. With both hands clasped firmly around my beliefs, I refuse to change the [...]

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Written on an Airplane: 30,000 miles high, 500 mph. Houses, trees, and plots of land form intricate images and shapes. When designing such layouts, did landscapers and architects ever think that one day the full weight of their work would be viewed from aerial heights? Cars on highways look like ants trapped on mounds of dirt, or on [...]

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