Atop the wires
My orbits aimed at the diskHeats me to soft death
Haze be scattering
Like the clouds I spray over
Disk cradles gently
At last be asleep
I ride out to who knows when
Passed by with smiles
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This is my house. No roommates, no pets. In the evening he can surf on the table to see the last light. Ponder, and after the rock spins, re...
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it's january 1, 2023. i had a calendar and wanted to mark how the day was out of 5 stars. 1 star = horrible, 2 stars = bad, 3 stars = av...
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Got a new book on Monday. Solitude: A Philosophical Encounter , by Philip Koch. Here's what I've received so far from it, about soli...
