There's a terrible tension deep in my chest that's been building ever since I got here. It's like I'm allergic to the air and every so often my whole being closes up and forgets itself. The weight of a supreme and irrevocable loss presses in and holds tight. How did I get here?
Yikes.
Ooooook. I think it's time to make a change.
Haiku of the Day:
I am the flayed man,
Back peeled open in red blooms,
Raw as my birthday
Today's "365" Project (See how tall you can make something)
"Balancing Binder Clips"
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