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so each night i tear off the old day from the calendar, and screw it tight into a ball.. i revenge myself upon the day. i wreck my spite upon its image. you are dead now, i say, school day, hated day

yet it is percival i need; for it is percival who inspires poetry

this is what a good hangout w my friends makes me feel like i can write

i begin to draw a figure and the world is looped in it, and i myself am outside the loop; which i now join - so - and seal up, and make entire. the world is entire, and i am outside of it

but when we sit together, close, we melt into each other with phrases