technicians of space ship earth, this is your captain speaking,
your captain is dead!
publishing dangerous fictions
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Tuesday, September 12, 2017
the water is shockingly cold but i adapt fast, it's still surface licks at my skin, no wave. no old wave, no new wave, just no wave and i do. i know the wave. it's going to take me away from where ever i am and i will find myself somewhere new. in that space will be something pure and liberating. all i have to do is wait for it to arrive, catch it at the right point and love the experience with pure joy. simple.
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