daniel bailey blawg blawg blawg
blather blather blather
weep woop i will lather my hair with a crushed up mirror and gather my hammers and keep them in a bucket and look out a window and see my face reflected on the outside and the world will tell me in its own voice that it has seen what it has seen and what it has seen is what i have seen and these are some of those things that i will gradually accept as things like a river or several small ducks grabbing at the air with their head holes all the head holes cratering open i feel open and saintly except that i am a goddamn river and the least real river at that and good god y'all let me become a pond and let several thousand ducks conduckt buoyancy tests in my gape in my wilderness sprouting lilies all upward ever full tell the roof that i am real and in every morning open my eyes with whips and let my eyelids unfurl and tell every molecule to move faster until the earth explodes and when the earth explodes take the space around the earth with it because i feel the crushing motion of everything i am just a surfer dude aight i am like a camel hump filled with fart aight i am just that and my message is hello but nothing more than hello what more is there to say than hello which is also the joke because obviously i am not going to stop i am going to keep pushing letters until there are no more letters to push or until my message becomes so obvious and ugly that only sasefalj oh fucking hell
that only sasefalj that fucking hell can say it in wahtever language sasefalf can say it

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