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May 2025

Where are you supposed to be? Where are you supposed to go?
Everything feels disjointed. All my thoughts are scattered. Writing requires putting letters into structures, putting words into structures, putting…
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Chandra
Mouth Is Ink I Am Ink
My hands look wrong. I've been making notes day in and day out about everything I've seen and heard and done. I either do something else or I make…
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Chandra
Love you very much
“Just a bit of dust,” it might seem to the cosmic giants who trade our galaxies like spare change (their hands are too huge to see and I’d rather not…
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Chandra

April 2025

[2] Stars in my vision
DAY ??: A PUNCH TO THE FACE IS ENOUGH TO MAKE IT SPIRAL IF YOU DO IT AT THE RIGHT TIME, DO IT AFTER MANY OTHER PUNCHES, AND MAKE SURE TO ANGLE IT JUST…
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Chandra
[3] Stars in my vision
DAY ??: THE HEART ATTACK WILL LAUNCH ME INTO SPACE, THE BEAUTY ETERNAL AS THE BLOOD SPILLS FROM MY IMPLODED CORPSE; THE STARS WILL STAY WHERE THEY ARE…
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Chandra
[1] Stars in my vision
DAY ??: FLYING SOARING YET SIMULTANEOUSLY DOWN TO EARTH; I’M ENTANGLED AND ENMESHED, BIGGER THAN MY BODY.When I put my feet on the ground I can feel…
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Chandra
All smiles everything
I’m wading up to my neck in bliss. I can feel the ants crawl beneath my skin, and their rhythm is brand-new and more alive. They feel the joy too, and…
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Chandra
Take a nice walk outside for once.
My metallic flesh is periodically updated with text to notify me of my latest agenda. The process involves the ink travelling radially outwards from my…
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Chandra

March 2025

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