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a thousand tiny cuts on my fingers wrists and arms, each burning with their own fiery contempt for myself and my wire cutters, as i bend my way inside of the beginning of something new. As i bleed the structure around me is keeping me safe, however it also is the one thing that is harming my body- it's cold wire shell more telling than one might initially guess.

I rode my bike around campus when i got home, only ate ish like twice...once when i was going really fast and my warped wheel started to wobble and i went to slow down and stop, but ended up kind of falling over...and once when i forgot to take my foot out of the cage when i stopped and just kinda teetered over-would have been funny to see i think.


After a day like today, a past like yesterday, and weeks like those we've passed-I would not mind being called yours. I can only imagine. flow

SUMMARY: little hands have a big hurt. my bike is nice. i am not a cold fish.