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[siranai]

i wanted to write on paper, but it is an impossibility to find anything (pencil, pen, marker) in this labrinth of mess and clothing that no longer fits. balled up socks, plastic string cheese wrappers, empty glasses with clumps in the bottom, boxes and boxes and more boxes, a pathway on the floor. my room

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[cycle]

In my favorite Russian movie, a flick from the 70s, about munchhaussen, someone asks him, "what do you do?" and he responds, "I live." That's what I always say. And fuck you, autocorrect. I like how you write.

[siranai]

i recorded this. this is what i'm doing.