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Infinity as a protest against death.

Writing reminds me I’m alive. And, that I’m dying.

N. Likes Charm City.

Bonjour.

A paean, and my first experiment with AI-generated images.

Been a long time since I wrote one of these.

Happy mother’s day!

I cleared the logjam. There’s another fucking log.

A brief, wistful note to someone I don’t see enough.

I have herpes. I don’t have herpes. Alert the media.