im tired. of seeing my friends harmed.
i think i need to bring together these attitudes these girls have taught me. east coast leave me alone, west coast friendly. im a zip file of memories of darlings. when i get to see any of them it bursts out. puppy teething at flannel. i say ezra pound taught me poetry and 4lung taught me how to listen. thats false. it's all thanks to lily. or. it's never all thanks as we want to believe. it's always many bringing together into one. "theres a revolution going on over there, why are you passing out anarchist zines". my oldest sister visited the philippines and it was the first way i was taught about a foreign land i couldnt see, not the first but one of many firsts. im not sure how to say im proud of anyone. each day spent staying alive is something to be proud of for these sorts of girls i love. im too tired to continue speaking or thinking. goodnight my friends.
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