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I am a wound without blood,

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; “February 3rd,”

i’m not online anymore. mom said i can’t go online anymore.

mood: no.

“I am looking always for the sea.”

— Denise Levertov, from Life in the Forest: Poems; “Metamorphic Journal,”

when franz kafka said “my serious decisions are serious only insofar as i am tremendously tormented if i don’t carry them out.”

“I spend / Loud days that have no meaning and no end.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Sonnets: XLIV,”

“But if I suffer, it is my own affair.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Sonnets: XXV,”

Samuel Beckett, from The Collected Plays of Samuel Beckett; “Endgame,” (x)

“Regenerative experiences: Plunge into the sea. The sun. An old city. Silence.”

— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

god fucking damnit

mood: no.

“—Come and help me. I am disappearing.”

— Gunnar Ekelöf, tr. by Robert Bly, from “Monologue With His Wife,”

i’m on the verge of noclipping thru the floor and receiving an incalculable sum of damage

I’m feeling like [redacted]

So it goes.