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09/05/25
i like spiders and rain.
i like that hour where everything is blue,
but the windows of every house are so
orange and warm.
i like thick snow.
i like the morning light gleaming on iridescent things that hang in my window.
i like how over time you get familiar with the sounds of a place - who is walking, how they breathe. identifying someone in silence. the sound of a bus outside, the thick elongated hum.
i like the feeling of love that is you visiting the insides of my chest cavity.
i like the garbled sound of people far-away through glass, reduced to an incomprehensible chirping.
i like any space that is alive, in whatever way it may be. i guess that's every space, if you look.
i like the hum of machines, i like the way they breathe.
i like it when the machine feels like an extension of my own body.
i like the feeling of belief, an inviolable certainty.
i like offrun water forming swirls of bubbles on the sidewalk.
i like plants peeking through cracks in the walls.
i like feeling like an alien when i walk around others.


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26/05/25
i like the sound of bells. any bell.
i like the stones and the feeling of ancient within them.
i like wet moss. i like the tiny purple flowers growing out of the wall, shaped too, like bells.
i like that every day will never be the same.
i like that every day will never exist again.
even if you make the same motions.
i like the half-dream feeling of aligning with this space. every morning head dreamyfull and fuzzy, listening to the patterns that are the sounds outside. a car driving through a puddle on the ground. sweet hiss of it.
i like to create a very small girl,
small enough to fit inside my palm.
i like the feeling of watching her exist from nothing.
she is two pieces of fabric, fraying at the edges.
she is her skin now, sewn together at the edges.
she is the feeling of her insides being poked inside of her.
i will fill her with softness. and then she is alive, with me. i like my friends who do not breathe.


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13/06/25
i like it when there is ENERGY !!!!!!!!!
i like it whEN the energy is bIG!!!
i like 13!
the number 13,
friday the 13th of JXXX! just after a sweet strawberried moon!!
i like it when a day is special and i find energy all inside everywhere all over the mE!!!!
i like videogames i want to make a videos game..!!
i like it when an imaginary place is a real place that can change your life forever!!
i like it when i make memories inside a world someone else made!
i like to play make-believe,
i like to make belief ,
i like to make and i like to believe.
i like deer especially white ones!
i like every animal (almost) but i think deers are one of the most loveliest favourites,
so ethereal but also silly, perfect balance,
sometimes scary, timidgraceful.
shy and sweet and wild.
i like their legs like ribbons! fawnspot flanks! nimble does!
cervine angels. the shedding of the antler velvet.
a yearly goring.
we're all red inside, huh?


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02/11/2025
i wrote like before. i want to write love now.
is love bigger than like? i like these things, i love these things.
i like you, i love you, dear reader.
in this moment you connect to my soul just by letting me inside your eyes. aren't you so generous and sweet? do you look at me with love too? i wonder! i wonder.
i love the river running through my town. it is older than i will ever be. it is older than any of us, you or me. it has lived so many days that nobody even took the care to count them. i love every leaf being pulled along with its current.
i wonder which ones will make it to the sea.
i love the moon above the trees, lighting up the ink black sky. it amazes me just how far the light reaches. moonlight touching so many things. i love that it is the same moon my ancestors looked at. yours too. i love to see it large and hanging in the sky. i love it covered by clouds. i love it in the daylight when you cannot see it.
i love the moon.
i love the dream i had the other night, where the moon was larger than i have ever seen it. i was with a girl who was leading me through the land. there were sheep so large, larger than horses, larger than elephants. huge rams walking in big spiralling lines, as if they knew their destination.
the moon was so big that only half of it peeked over the horizon. the girl wore beautiful cloths cloaking her head. i did too. she would take my hand and lead me under the bodies and legs of the rams. we would reach the other side of the 'road' - the road being the rams on their pilgrimage - and fall down over hidden in bushes giggling together.
she felt like a friend i had known for years, yet we did not speak a single word. only gestures. i love the girl from my dream. i love the moon there too. i love the rams so large who walk with purpose. i love the black foliage underbrush with bioluminescent fruiting bodies upon them.
i love to dream.
i love the cold air on my skin. i love the warm air on my skin. i love the raindrops on my skin. i love your touch on my skin. i love my fingers against the keys typing this to you.
i love the glowing screen before me. i love the quiet whir of machines. i love how they breathe. a quiet spinning song from their insides. i breathe, they breathe. we are not so different. i love to touch the body of the machine and feel its heat. when it generates me an imaginary world it becomes so hot to touch. making a special place for me to play. thermal throttling, is that what it's called? i love that too. i don't want it to be damaged by heat. i turn on the external fan. an act of love. i love you so, my friend with all my other friends inside. you are so beautiful. i love you so. i love you so.


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