cats as a measurement of time

I've been asleep for three weeks...

all I can feel is your ghost

coming back

There's no second I've lived that you can't call your own...

word salad

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I have the next two weeks 'off' and will be preparing a book of my work which I will be selling on my website. More details to come...

By the way, respiratory infections aren't pleasant.

all my bones, they are gone

more from yesterday...

find a room thats natural
to live and die in it, live and die, live and die

Þúsund orð sem hrista mig á hol

spiders thrown

tick, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

"...there is a loneliness in this world so great

that you can see it in the slow movement of

the hands of a clock..."

so pleased with a daydream that now living is no good

I walked into a laundromat and lit up a cigarette

oh lord, I want to spit you out

under a tree that never grew any leaves

wet feet and cold corpses creaking in the attic

I'm not ashamed to say I knew you better

floating

your skin is something that I stir into my tea

Why would you say that I was the last one?

my eyes are open