indesolution

Falling in and out of cracks, coming and going as they please, they've no sense of order or decency. Can't catalog someone when he's moving. Got to remember that, write it down in my journal and keep it for future reference. Can't hurt. This place was nice and he's happy here but it's not where we belong. We're spare buttons.

Thought I had the monopoly on growing up too fast. Now I know that's not true.

albatrossish

They met.

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Tiny people.

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Sun's coming out.

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Red birds, black and blue birds with white bellies, little yellow birds that bite and pheonixes. Thought this place was cleaner but the dirt is stuck in the filters. Cut the pages with a pen, let the ink bleed through. For a place with no weather it feels all cloudy now. They'll be coming two by two, can't help it, it's a chemical reaction. They're all dressed the same now.

albatrossish

She can see when she couldn't, her father cried and clutched the keys in his hand, later he's beheaded for it. Roosters all over the place. There aren't any bay leaves here but it doesn't matter. What's the point finding a mate when there's no sky to fly in anyway?

The walls are biodegradable. Getting thinner every day. More and more dangerous. People hide behind smiles and don't dance around words, see things that other people don't know about. Fake weddings, fake lovers, fake promises. They make diagrams and point with arrows and one of them covers it in plastic and each have someone else in their hearts. Picked at random.

albatrossish

They said she wasn't real, like that was some sort of excuse. Just a collection of pixels on the screen, she's not even herself, she's a Ballerina, D or maybe C. But of course I could have told them that, could have said: she's not people like other people are people.

The problem is with these memories. They're fallacious impressions of people who aren't real, but without them nothing is concrete. Multiplication. Convergence. That's what they're hoping for. The golden ratio. Something that was zero is one, and from then one, two, three, five eight thirteen twenty-one thirty-four. Rabbits.

There's no Sun here.

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