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>declare independence! don’t let them do that to you! declare independence! don’t let them do that to you! with a flag and a trumpet go to the top of your highest mountain! raise your flag! higher, higher!

>tonight i purchased a bottle of blood orange bitters. i don’t know what i’ll do with it, but it seemed appropriately paired with orange, bitter blood. shaken so well that my ice-cubes disappeared. (this is cooling.) p.s. well, perhaps this. that. local. p.p.s. where do they stock the complicated syrup?

>there are so many sources of happiness. like trickles into that great damning mouth of sustenance. i’ve created and destroyed and sustained… with particles of sand still sticking to skin, despite a week’s worth efforts. tanned arms giving it away. glasses of cognac, unclaimed, oysters drowning in neglect. unseen efforts; does consumption claim its worth? … Continue reading →

>i am so, so sorry. i wish i knew exactly how to be.

> ever so palpable.