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chinese satellite

I’ve been running around in circles pretending to be myself Why would somebody do this on purpose When they could do something else? — the prophet phoebe bridgers — Why would you ever want this to end? I’m walking on … Continue reading

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borrowed tune

I’m climbing this ladder my head in the clouds I hope that it matters I’m having my doubts — the prophet n. percivel young — You can’t ask for much more than a room in the chemo center with a … Continue reading

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brothers, part 27

All you savers of Whole Earth catalogs Kings of the prairie dogs Success is survival We’ll all tough it out Yes, we’ll all tough it out. — the prophet michael murphey (no martin) — I keep pondering how to describe … Continue reading

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studebakers

“There are no symptoms to age.If I can dodge the mirror in the morning,I’m an 18-year-old.”— the prophet sheehan— In my head I’m running a marathon, and I’m about to go full-out Lance Armstrong. If a chemo marathon is like … Continue reading

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dreams, part 7

“Life is strange, isn’t it?” — Ann Dunham — “You must try the shad!” I appear to be in a market that sells fish in old England, somewhere between Monty Python’s “Holy Grail” and Boris Johnson’s “Brexit Blues.” I’m trying … Continue reading

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