traveling in a heartbeat you wont need a beat where we are going between the pages onscreen time out off side you area bound to find a little of nothing
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Plans to get over to Bretagne but I'm just not sure when. Next autumn is clearly an opening but it would be nice to visit before then. Made the contact. Thoughts are there. Whatever is the time if you don't make the time to take the time and everything else will still be there for you when you get back. Walking around wheeling a hope on the hood of a trolly car.
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No sign of Max. Perhaps a little delay in the train. Perhaps a family disaster in the morning to be negotiated before leaving the apartment. A lot can happen between getting up out of bed and walking in thought the factory door. Outside sipping coffee and dragging on a cigarette wondering where the hell I could be.
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Farts smell of pumpkin carrot and a hint of pimento. There were plenty of leafy greens in there. They are the most likely cause of the fermentation. Still not an obnoxious stench, but nothing to hide. Really best outside. Uncomfortable but not a form of shielding from the bipeds stalking the premises.
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Footsteps in the hallway. Words coming up stairs. Pneumatic pumps in the next hall. Waiting for instruction.
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Those were the days when painting the coating head was a top priority and the illusion of progress still had a shine.
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i feel myself stretching ever so thinner out over the surface if this continues there will be nothing of me stretched so thin the ego will be pushed from the skin no subjective line between world and I simply wild
pushed the little statue to the floor with a ponytail of hair swishing about the face nearing the desk for a closer inspection survived this far and no further into the dustbin
finally shooting off a message only four years late a lot of action between then and now simply lack of connection between feeling and having device in the hand or anything to say at all i kept myself locked down with fear
i still wonder about what if you had said yes what if i had stayed what if the morning after had been brighter what if i had thrown myself at your feet what if you had held me until i could no longer what if there was a happy end
the couch to be cleaned and reassembled the upstairs office as well all in the midst of use in a few hours grumpy dwarf will return home from the mine and will want to eat and fall asleep
letters arrived just on time for the mental expansion activity they have only taken a year to get here the final ingredient for the time machine single use only
put up a post and then downstairs for a coffee and letters to the editor then back into the office for another hour go outside have a smoke and a poke around and then back into the office for another hour time for lunch whip up a little something to eat and consume then back into the office for another hour one more cup of coffee before i go back into the office for another hour
a little tea and toast before heading out there and putting little taps on the sixteen millimetre leads to the drip system warmed in the day's sun next week the melting down of the hemp seal unscrewing the end stop to connect to the main line test for leaks then we get to digging lazarus dig
scroll through the flicker of sound and vision nothing sticks just another firework going off in the face whenever will i be desensitised to it and can move on infinite jest ever so close and neumann predicts the downfall via asocial media the downfall of what i am unsure but he ensures me that it will get worse before getting better he is not so precise on what the it is just like life man
enter the world of the drunk shopping online is graceless but no hassle do not even have to put on your underwear no carting it back home no up sales or waiting in line poor customer services simply no customer service scan through the catalogue reward your exhausting exercise in front of a screen with a drink from your fresh purchase de long way from here made elsewhere machine
enabling the freedom from survival a journey of self exploitation an extraction of worth to be shelved for a time when the body outlives its own useful capacity no longer able to subsist under its own efforts pushing fuel into an exhausted star
shuffle two step up and down stairs between the saying and the said what then is the stairwell?
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