Sunday, February 2, 2025

The Science of Attraction and Decimation.

No Phy-Ed. Would it matter if I wrote something in my mind the ultimate immortality I capture and then try to escape with her of course dragging her on one adventure after another. Is she tired of me? Of course. Why do I pulse with energy for her when we could abandon each other any time we wished. I'm on the ground. A satellite is ready to evaporate me everywhere. I am stuck but I thrive more than her galaxy and mine which will collide and clash and intertwine in 4.5. I ignore her. 

Why? Because we have too much together. I apologize to her alone because I always throw everything out into the space of astronomy because there is nothing there. Retrieval is always difficult. An end to us. I've lost count of the times we've ended. And then I listen, you or someone else listens and the story gets hot. We burn up, out. Turn it off and go to bed. There I said it. My imagination churns our interactions. I write slow and exact. Will I show up on your birthday. I hope to. What do I want from you on my birthday? A new pen. I could disappear into the avalanche but something or someone would find me. I'm not sure who. There is a book I sold today. It was written during lockdown. The book was Somnolent Game. You are the one they deliver at the beginning after everything toxic has been reimagined into ruins and life. What's the first thing we would build together Arteria? A café Decammeron where I can skillfully dance through tragedy and heat and the new sky above us we don't understand because we are curious about the way we look at each other.

What happened to Iliona? Je ne sais pas. Honestly her Wikipedia was taken down. Mine has been evaporated twice. Has anyone heard her new album album yet? I will buy a copy. And give it my opinion. Will it be Ai? Or will it be insightful and and a spectrum of musical styles. I have only heard one track so far, and it's personal and cleansing of are what I assume young women face in this interesting and occasional postage stamp we sometimes are segmented into by ourselves, the world, or some California dream lost on a call never placed.

Lâche moi la main. It's the title of the new track and is something any creative person should consider.

https://youtu.be/zZvYia-lwG8?si=29OOQaIGu-V2ZXsD

I find it sharp. I enjoy listening to it, but it is perhaps a complex that may be difficult for some listeners to appreciate it's directiveness. I listen to it's threats and invitations with cautious excitement. 

Animal writes?

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