the world is dense or dead or familiar and its right behind me. it will reach me it is faster than i could be. i duck behind somethibg, in bushes, under the water, behind cover. it passes me by. i hope that will work when im awake

did you know ive had a back door and a fire escape and four floors and opportunities and love i wasnt aware of for years. how did i forget, how did i not see? and the cat got out but the nightmare twists and changes and i gess it diesnt matter anymore. im getting chased again.

do you still need this? would you accept money for an uber?

update got there too late and my friend finished her set while i waited out in the cold nd then tickets sold out for the rest of it :( mi estupida baka vida