i had a double scare yesterday. maybe both of us will be lame. copp sat in the park in pain and couldn't walk. my left foot was hard with frostbite. but to day he's walking and my foot is feeling just a bit odd and warm. i hope it, and mister, lasts. already we dream of swimming while trudging and crawling in the present.

beauty destruct

boots, man,

but everything is predestined in life. people are terrible, karin. they can bear anything. people are hard and brutal. everyone is replaceable, everyone.  the bitter tears of petra von kant.

i think "humility" is a strange word. it reminds me of kneeling and praying. the bitter tears of petra von kant

dante on the sinking lagoon.

dissidence.

dream stone

pet foot warmer

frosted shadow

i never thought i would but i miss pleasant valley.

i'm worried about you.

lagoonice

lemme aks the impurer

my left foot.

he's only little.

pathology and art.

poor copp.

breath, frost.

that's something they have to learn. the bitter tears of petra von kant.

what if you can't walk? what if i can't?

transcendent, wicked.

trying to communicate with control.

why's the world this way? we make it this way everyday, not as free agents, as Implications.

you have to understand what humility is.. you have to have humility to bear what you know. the bitter tears of petra von kant