roseweird posted:

how is your job ssearch going doandl

He's been busy

conec posted:

ignore my wishlist i may wish to touch those things but with finger tips that are so callused that a marginal bit of pleasures been removed from the act that wont take place as no one has responded to the request again ignore it stand alone from your account by stealing from it all it does is spoil you anyway you are decaying as the days pass with your anxieties toward next month`s first or next week's and already you understand the futility in trying to support your shit filled lifestyle so then reach into your velvet bag and remove a coinage pinched in hand outreached to true love your only joys are east to this cause which is love itself a sun that shines in your home and illuminates the dust youve yet to sweep from the top of your lustrous electronics the sun though is our world which we live in alone and you cannot possible gain entry to it yet it is so very important for the sake of stuffing your mouth because we in our bodies are so rooted yet the fruits we wish to ingest must be well tended toward in the putrefying soil we live in your world that he and i are forced from birth to dwell in you may use this thread as something to utter subtle laughs at while you submit your posts that rouse your wondering as to who here will share in your laughter but it takes a certain strength to be actively warm actively gentle do you wish to show this strength is beyond my wish and i ask you to construct it in twofold through a mental discourse and in the trajectory of real events in our association as a forum you should rebel against what your regular exchanges from bank to store and landlord or mortgage may mean to you and seek a higher meaning say to me thats life but i read what you say and consider them second minutes weeks later and judge them to my ultimate advantage however advantage paths a yellow brick road to death of the soul as you already know because it is looked at through a lens of glass that may be shattered by the mere rumbling of your party wall shared with the christmas card aunts uncles brother in laws of your neighbors in the unit beside yours in the townhome you live in and roofs you in your collection of these shards on the flat pan you empty into hefty hefty trash bags much blacker and less useful in terms of going from one stage to another if you consider death to be an eternal state compare the garbage baggy to that of bettys bag your exit bag a helium trapdoor opening to a room of participants in your memory's existence to say what they will of you without ever even knowing what you meant and with an everlasting burying is it the same old song well then place your own callused fingertips around the circumference of your radios dial and switch to an odd station that airs numerals in a sequence that will be unnumbered by you and your lack of cryptography study but will reign here and there in your meditating of things past listen though as the messages transmitted inform the real recipient of the address of the next rendez vous which is in this case the final meeting that could ever mean a fucking thing shining to cart pushers in the twinkle of a ring underneath an institution you may not care much for but ought to if you wish to see the aliens be proven real and for x-file i want to believe backpack patches to consume the sac a dos of the wayfarer it rides on

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i want to marry blinkandwheeze
please give us money for 1 round trip and 1 one-way (this is where the edit of post is) (uhm tnk to my beloved for lantern carrying) (did not notice) (this is the edit) one now one later and thats it