technicians of space ship earth, this is your captain speaking,
your captain is dead!
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Friday, July 31, 2015
early morning terrible beach, the surface of the ocean is blue glass, still like the day comes running to a standstill. i park up and watch the seven seas in my head calm, take some deep breathes, negative ions jump around me, like the mosh pit peoples. i embrace the energy and orient myself. it's been a while.
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