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Wednesday, March 6, 2019

From "The Thing That I Forgot" by Mark Baumer

The strange thought of today*** which occurred moist technically

\this morning***\
which is not to be confused with yesterday but here we are continuing

' ' M o i s t • T e c h n i c a l l y ' '
little story goes like this....

im @ the office or a pub or why (¥?) idk. and bossman1 is telling me he has a new job lined up, im 2 work w/ none-other-than RAY ROMANO. yes, this is my brain. & of course there are no details. only beer. i am 2 drink this beer if i am to be offered release. it is, a ka nun drum. 2 say THE LEAST!


Tuesday, March 5, 2019

day 1

This will be vague because it has to be. It cannot be anything other than a story of ghosts recovery. If am allowed to live, and I think that I am, then I will use these words as a sword. The death of my enemy exists in a parallel world. The entrypoint is a mirror. I am not selling anything I wouldn't buy myself (in this other place). It's deciding to do so here, now, that allows me to grow the sword from my hand /or/ learn to conjure it from sleeve in the fashion of a magician. I am committing to a final performance. Tada.