taste: nothing, corona aftertaste
touch: the computer, the desk, the chair
sound: my fingers typing away on the keyboard and my breathing
sight: my computer screen and the open blinds on my window
thoughs running through my head: my foot is officially alseep, i should be alseep like my foot, i don't want to go to class tomorrow, i want to take photos all day of Denver buildings and grass and sky scrappers and all that jazz you find in a city even though i'll go to class then go to work
i'm sleepy, goodnight.








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..when you ask for light i set myself on fire.
on a less didactic note, hope you are doing well
time fucking management.
i don't even have time to breathe, well i do, short sparatic breaths.
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I will now pray with my hands outstretched with these psalms etched into my palms.
And what’s from the earth is of the greatest worth
maybe we can learn to like breathe underwater, fish mouthing our breaths until we drown or something...
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I will now pray with my hands outstretched with these psalms etched into my palms.
And what’s from the earth is of the greatest worth
What do you think?
(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)
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A storm is rising.
Thank you.
Kate
~TcDeathbaby
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I will now pray with my hands outstretched with these psalms etched into my palms.
And what’s from the earth is of the greatest worth
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