for all the days i can remember:

oct. 6:
apparently, robots think i'm spam; somehow, i don't feel surprised, just unoriginal.

oct. 7:
sometimes, i cannot open my mouth to speak, even when i want to.

oct. 8:
the salt dragged the pepper behind it, the two of them tied together by something neither of them could bear.

oct. 9:
cuddlepuddling, she said, "i feel infinite," and we were.

oct. 10:
i thought i'd never see you smile like that again, and then it was in the pictures.