This has pushed into something big. Bigger. This blog has muscle. This is the start of a muscular era, gentle flexing of an afterlife.
A heron being born. Cosmic? I mean, a switch has been flipped and we are in it. Heaven.
This web log is the start of something big, and it can only happen if you stop reading. This blog needs to air out in silence. Fuck irony.
If you are still reading, you have subscribed to the afterlife. This isn't "hand jobs for the bad luck crowd."(H.S.T.) This isn't "Hush the Warmth."(G.Z.M.) This isn't Howard Marks or Jesus Christ or Oprah. This is certainly FUCKING NOT Sparta.
Listen.
Are you in it? The planets are shifting like pool balls. This isn't "Third Rock from the Sun." This is physics. Phonics. Stay tuned.
Love,
Eli
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