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 My beard, still insurgent, refuses neutering; I must CUT I must shave to the bare smoothed skin like good gurl; these old reminders of the-hated keep growing, crabgrass daily almost mown Friday night here I am told by parties womanly that I do not quite fit in a good damnation that needs to be for one who's show despisement re that imprisonment into which I was born a peewee destiny that dangles yet a little but which nonetheless begins add to look passably girlfriend I shall endure the solitude it is my sentence for crimes I have committed in all ways do to my mail genitalia for which there can be no good riddance I still shave the white grass on my face needs a daily mowing what once was blonde then brown then dark brown turned into a snowy look a despicable look reminding me that there can be no escape from genetic destiny this blog intends to be almost entirely audio and visual I shall try to make some essay in essay form of how these little tokens of iconography speak to that...

  its about an hour two hours after sunset on July the 19th 2022 My blog is going to be the interiorization with culture of this my place really just a cell just a little space in geography I have achieved graphical/ geological coordinates-- you know there's 38 minus 85 something okay. But I was writing in my blog it would have been just before five o'clock time at this moment is is by usual standards obliterated because the blackout I have a very good reason to know the why this blackout The days have been beastly hot the days all over the self of which level is apparent. had been kissing 100 degrees Fahrenheit What is that 40 degrees centigrade the whole world has a burning up in a heatwave in the northern hemisphere and they're I don't know they used to call the forest fires wildfires they called it near all over your I guess again in the United States out west. At any rate I have a flashlight was a red light a just would like to negotiate the knobs are this little...