P.

things never happened in this order. maybe they never happened at all.

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every day's another story

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last night i dreamed i was a kite with no string, no wind, no sky. just the longing.

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all things must pass

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you may say i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one

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i followed Hens' suggestion. see above. i don't think i have gathered any particularly new information about the forces i am exposed to. but boy, imagine the fuck all they can now gather about me.

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all things considered, self-promotion had long welcome its stay. let's trash the flyers and go back to riddles and crumbles for a while.

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it only makes sense to me now to take off 'the art' and leave the words.