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there is a ridiculous science in the randomness that can fit within 48 hours.

365 days ago, there existed a congregation. star-eyed and yearning, excited from 3 trips in one year: vermont, alabama, and mu'fuggin paris
this year we breathe air humid. four connected branches that who but strangers half a decade back, dangle from a harlem balcony.



don't quite want to namedrop
but i must say...some people, you never expect to sip strawberry milk with...that you end up sipping strawberry milk with.

quite honestly, i have lived my life quite publicly as of late. the frequent entries, the sensation of instantly breaking open.

there are some trinkets of the past couple of days that i might store for myself. there has been so much within the past 72 hours in new york that i have hardly had the breathbreak to process.

36 hours ago, we find ourselves lying in glitter, camera lights ablaze in pier 59 studios before we take the metro back to morningside heights to choose a $6 meal over an $8 meal.

hah...life...



seven hours ago, fresh from inner-group turmoil and nervousness, we finally pull of the group pieces we've been yearning to break off since '05. it feels great.

i wanted to write a poem about how great writing is, but unfortunately, the black hole has crossed it back into the cliche.

ill-lit's off-broadway debut was quite the shiznit.
i love the moments when life moves faster than comprehension.