X is just graffiti

The mirror only looks at the things that I have been, the mirror is mean, restless feeling helpless, in a mess and is it hopeless to expect? useless. I keep my eyes on him behind me watching me as I see more and the mirror sees it all, exactly as it should be. At a push…

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Views from the back end of beyond

No body language no eye contact to distract me it’s like being a monk In an abandoned monastery, with just a book to comfort me I sit silently and sift through the thoughts on these pages in front of me. I connect with introspection which is heading in the same direction and fall into the…

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The algorithm maker

Analytic and critical I reach the conclusion that what went before me was chaos in the confusion. It’s easy for me to look back on it and see the right path to take, but you make your assumptions about me not on the present, but on the past you can’t see and never will. And…

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