November 2010
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my fingers smell like cilantro
i love that my parents are proud of me
moreover, i love that i’m finally doing something worth being proud of.
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you can tell i don't know how to play this game
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i, barzai, the prophet
i was contemplating the gods
the unjustifiably arrogant gods
the gods who despise the sight of man…
i dont know quite why, but lately i’ve been putting my thumb on my neck and feeling my own pulse.
its a comforting/creepy feeling.
its only going up
just one thing then another. you know?