transcript of a conversation with nc on canada day

[cribdeath]

the hour when white in memory blue borders white in its eyes very white and piece of indigo of silver the glances white cross cobalt the white paper that blue ink tears bluish away ultramarine descends that white may rest troubled blue in dark green wall green that writes its pleasure rain green clear that swims green yellow in the clear oblivion

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[ensenchiridion]

i wonder if you've been reading my paper journal

[ensenchiridion]

...I did not possess quite the same degree of vital energy as the ocean. This in fact was a good thing, for the manifestation of great vitality automatically gives rise to the anticipation of its exhaustion.

[cribdeath]

hello, friend