SEASCAPE WITH UNPLEASANT EMOTIONS
8:30 pm • 18 August 2014 • 4 notes
SELF PORTRAIT AS AN INFINITE AND IMPOSSIBLE TURD
8:30 pm • 17 August 2014 • 3 notes
The general sensation I have been experiencing for the past few weeks has been one of acting within a film. I am fairly sure that the film, which marks a departure from the emotionally intense norm for me, will flop. I am desperately eager for the denouement. I find myself increasingly questioning which exact emotional register the day should hold. I’ve begun listening to radio 3 so as to have some external force cue exactly what facial expression I should hold whilst conducting a variety of intricate and futile tasks.
7:40 pm • 13 August 2014 • 2 notes
that the living
Charlie decided to work.
Adam getting out and Sandra, that night.
Side eï ect that night. Demanded Angela “pick up into tears.”
Grinned Mike Garner, setting aside.
Well as vera announced:
"Adam. Her heart is always something. Welcome to hold it. Thy brother was fast asleep."
Should go with two hours.
Daddy had just found Adam.
"Poor dear god" he shouted "Adam!"
On saturday morning
Every day at his side.
Then that day before he might have.
White and through she cried:
looking up your father.
Early in california,
Sandra were you sure we could?
Pleaded charlie shook his face.
John chapter twenty one day the christian.
his new nursing home.
Stammered charlie quickly jumped into tears.
Estrada was going through the same time.
8:30 pm • 8 August 2014