We cycled a few miles today
indoors, on a balcony.
We were kings of our hill.
Dropping hearts, breaking names
We cycled a few miles today
indoors, on a balcony.
We were kings of our hill.
https://consequenceofsound.net/2020/05/r-i-p-john-lafia-childs-play-screenwriter-dies-at-63/
His Child’s Play shaped my earliest nightmares…
…allora?
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Tool: GlitchCam app
…I often surprise myself remembering
the joy of delivering great news.
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https://consequenceofsound.net/2020/03/depeche-mode-violator/
One of my older brothers loaned Violator to me a long time ago.
I didn’t embrace it as I should have.
Coincidentally, we’ve lost touch.
I miss him, btw.
The anxiety.
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…and a corporation. And (mostly) myself.
A Duffboy six-word memoir
Natural sleeping aid. Work, peace, repeat.
Are not always welcomed.
Job applications in January. Identity. Patience.
A Duffboy six-word memoir. Original artwork.
Like the choreography
Of sex work.
A Duffboy six-word memoir
Love and hate relationship with
Sleep.
Love mechanism, coping with
The idea of grief
A Duffboy poem
…so early in the morning. No cafeteria tables can contain my inner withdrawal.
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