dioneo is a boy she has unsent letters to.to her, he feels like a warm springs touch.she reminds him of lonely autumn stars like fomalhaut.
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do we plant the dead in the ground
hoping they will grow again
hoping they will blossom?
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seven is the number of chaos and transformation; what they don’t say about its exuberance is its consistency and its care. what is incomplete is always ongoing; seven is a trinity and devotion. dione, you are my seven. and i will love you seven.
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entry 4.7.22
today was okay. more empty conversations, more soulless interactions. another bathroom i threw up in. it has struck me that i'll never get better. i'll never heal, and i'll never get clean. today hell froze over, and it was okay.
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energy drinks and the spritz of life. i think of stealing from a grocery store every now and then — but i want to have a job and go to college. i’ll sit and stare at the ceiling in my dormitory, i’ll take up over half of the space and allocate the rest to myself and only myself. if i stare at the ceiling it is as if i am staring at the stars and what was there before. if i stare long enough, i'll start to see you. hallucinations and your soft whisperings in my ear. frigidity takes over my body and i see you clearly now, dark brown hair and your pretty hazel eyes.
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so where are we
a spider in a cage will still weave its web, despite being in a cage. how silly, you might say, but the spider doesn’t known its in a cage, and you don’t know if you’re in one. and now you’re confused, and you’re not sure if anything is real anymore.
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poultry consumption
a pair of collared doves nest in willow trees. both starved, one dove feeds on a variety of seeds: sorghum, rye, wheat, corn, barley, wildflowers and dandelions. scattered in are raspberries, figs, and pears. on the other hand, the other dove, a collared dove as well, (though its collar less visible than the pearlescent blue of the other), feeds on the same grain as the first. in addition, there is a third collared dove. initially, i only counted two, but i suppose there are three birds nesting in the tree. the third bird is consumed, beginning from the wings to the pit of its throat. when birds see the blood of another bird, their first instinct is consumption. so together, the two birds feast. the act of cannibalism spreads like a sickening disease of the 1600s. it is only natural that they devour.
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when i die i want my body to drown under the layers of the sea but to understand that i will be consumed has cultivated an extremely feral feeling within in me
cannibalism speaks to my heart in a way no man could
down my throat into my blood and my veins and becomes every essence of me
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