

myceliumtaxi pulls up this morning. don't know why- memory blank like the wall before my eyes, too white and scary like a hospital.mycelium
am thinking about proximal and distal, proximal being my elbow to my wrist and how we were last night, distal, thumbs to shoulders and why is this fucking taxi at my house.
pretty sure i'm crying, not positive.
maybe decomposing with little mushroom mouths sprouting on my thighs and neck, turning into dirt because i might feel dirty, sitting here in some sheer robe, not bothering to close my legs as i sit on the couch, knowing i should feel shame as the ghost of your presence bru
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
shane
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an antique arms and armor expert
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NEVER LET ANYONE
TELL YOU HOW TO
LIVE YOUR LIFE
- Mark Hoppus.
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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