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the art of candy flavored pancakes

 Sat. 1/25/2025 my God, my God the heavy iron falls on me and i get farther from the opening i can't see i can't feel only visions of shadows and dreams my hands fall behind the veil i cannot see Untitled I like when life looked like fruity pebbles pancakes. Fri. 1/31/2025 if ssris target my frontal cortex (which makes sense because thats the part of my brain that is going through so much at the moment), and my frontal cortex controls my creativity and memory and social appropriation and motor skills, what happens when all that deteriorates in the very far future? is this why patients are kept a close eye on for involuntary movements that can lead to a more fatal reaction? is this why i can no longer draw or have the need to have human interaction? we're both vessels of souls, forbidden to touch how life brought me here to you. two souls, willing to connect and yours, reaching after me pulling through the clearing ripping through the opening i think you found me now i think...

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