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PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF ALIENATION

cf. thoughtforms

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GLAMOROUS GLUE : alienstorm interlude / a brainlog.

the original rests here still.
examine the closest to the beginnings of the brainwaves going out through the lines.

GLUTTER SPUR

In the wild winds of the darkscape, i dreamt of bathing salts. bubbles all round me and windows and doors to the outer force. i haven't had a good one in years(?) - time is a strange concept so disbelieve the last comment.

whenever i hear the sour i just dance on over to the light. i think of white standing inside me. beside me. down here and burning with fervor over the recent invigoration.

i have to go into the crawlspace. though it might mean ramming the steel curtain, at least the clutter will have to move. there are a lot of Vs. the thought makes it seem reel.

30.03.03
/the alien-joseph

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