Prog. Moon 0′- Cap

The unit of a day is beyond over.

It’s about layer after layer now

Every moment a tableau

to interpret, draped

over the little wiggles of whatever came out of the seed;

These are times.

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Personal notes:

My digestion has changed

Food has become a necessary bother.

I fell off my skateboard and bought a business

and a gray sweatshirt.

My joints hurt

s’okay

My plan is coming together,

Man man lai.

How high will I climb?

Paper Towels Below

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