my diary

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#4 june '24

nnnnoooossssttttaaaallllggggiiiiaaaa

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#3 may '24

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#2 march '24

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#1 january '24

the fog blew sea-thick. he cared for the truck like a wounded animal. country music floats out its window. i don't hate it. i tasted smoke. i felt a tiny heaven.

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O foenix culprit! Ex nickylow malo comes mickelmassed bo- num. Hill, rill, ones in company, billeted, less be proud of. Breast high and bestride! Only for that these will not breathe upon Norronesen or Irenean the secrest of their soorcelossness. Quar- ry silex, Homfrie Noanswa! Undy gentian festyknees, Livia No- answa? Wolkencap is on him, frowned; audiurient, he would evesdrip, were it mous at hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far ear. Murk, his vales are darkling. With lipth she lithpeth to him all to time of thuch on thuch and thow on thow. She he she ho she ha to la. Hairfluke, if he could bad twig her!