item #1817

I long for the end of some sharpened stick. Me physicalises me; but hunching is not enough, it seems. Fearlessness simulates something crucial, and is the only thing I find truly meaningful. This morning, I leaped from some tall building without a scratch. If you mail me here, be expressive - agitate me.

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