contemplating the mess of things
contemplating the mess of things today i can tomorrow i'm working on it walking out in the wilderness of winter lose my sense of smell and direction face numb eyes…
i can’t
i can't i'm not going to be able to remind you to go if you've never been there i try and describe ecstasy but it comes out as poetry…
Preamble 2024: The Resistance Begins
Json's first post on Facebook after the 2024 election. Six months later, in 2025. hyper-soul: > next | index
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