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glass dream.

i lived once.

a journal for perfunctory nocturnal musings for my pain and pleasure. not intended for any personal activist, anarchist, ego-expansive, exhibitionist purposes. a record of my survival attempts to elucidate thoughts of mine through the constricting medium of words. a personal psychotherapeutical experiment to construct identity and perhaps shake the world order.

this journal is private and friends only entries.

"for in that sleep of death,
what dreams may come
when we have shuffled
through this mortal coil,
may give us pause."

things that i say and do
may not come quite through
my words may not convey
just what im feeling.