jasonvalley

[jasonvalley]

The wooden walls that surrounded pulsed like an artery. Across the room with Izzy. It's said that without ill intent, tears begin when one is close to levitation.

[jasonvalley]

[jasonvalley]

Izzy asked a favor on Wednesday. I must go back to a few places we used to meet. It's misty there this time of year, but I'm ambitious to do so. I truly don't know how to swim, so I can't get too close to the waters. I must tred carefully. I had a friend from then who didn't meet Izzy. I don't think most people in my life had to be honest. I rarely spoke of Izzy to anyone after those events. Tell me, do you move in threes as I once did? Us, balancing on the fences near the tracks. We're still there.

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Izzy tried to tell me something extremely important when i was about eleven. i'd taken a photo of izzy under the fluorescent tubes as they flickered ever so often. how to move in eights in order to levitate had been carved into skin, scrapes from a rock. The debris pushed into thy eye by the thumbs of a friend. Tolled the room of where they left them. Careful where you step. The glass collected within a jaw can only lift the words that tred in threes. Trust me, I would know.

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[jasonvalley]

[jasonvalley]

a memory of eights was when Izzy showed me a single bullet within a palm on a blacktop. I clearly recall Izzy's carvings on the backs of wooden chairs in an auditorium. the carvings to call upon a dream for one to be drowned into. we balanced on the tracks. high above were i would later try to capture Izzy in the shadow of a bridge. Were the glow of a neon sign would shine a bright red to flood across the street of an underpass

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Technically, Izzy had shown me how one would tiptoe in eights. Among the silk field of time. Drenched in mud and pulled into the ether. I only witness Izzy at brief moments as of late. But once again, it's more than recent years. The last times I recall with Izzy must have been on 26th while in my car waiting for a struck train around 3 am. I looked to my left to gaze upon the lots where I stood as a child. Yet, before then, I met Izzy, where the walls would move. I believe Izzy made them shake. Thousands of people would reap the waves later on. Some people have reached out to me to ask me about the waves from that day. Like others do. I hadn't heard from or seen Izzy again until after 2020. When the world could settle and sit still. I heard from like a whisper. I heard Izzy in the garden where we once dug a hole to the ends of the earth. Where i would one day watch Izzy's house engulf in flames.

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Like a reminder of then, a burden hunched over a glass ledge watching over for a day. A dead mall with a welcoming presence. Calling among where, by my understanding, Izzy would come forth. Almost in full swing while entering a shop that I'd frequent as a child. It was an overwhelming cradle of a heartbeat.

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[jasonvalley]

Izzy would haunt me throughout the years. Heavy words like a weight upon my chest. Crushing to the brim of any distinction. Repercussions of what I'd witness and repeating of lone apparitions. Ventriloquism is no easy matter from porcelain to flesh.

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[jasonvalley]

grasping at the understanding of purposefully creating until breaking points. doing so until one could no longer physically and or emotionally. levitating is close to uneasiness. not nauseating but near the clawing of eights. reading endlessly of whom i'd look up to on techniques, i see what they'd meant in regards to giving your all into your heart. those that may vomit, those that may bleed, those that may tear. as if you gave up part of something within yourself to run into a wall, push forth, and then some. i'd felt the cold beneath the ground for a long time. heard the echos and seen the doorways that tap into elsewheres. note to self, i miss you terribly.

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Why is it that we’d find it under all the leaves? It was completely rusted and falling apart. It must have been there for decades. That was my first assumption. I wish I had held to that phone with a tighter grip. It must have parts that I’m missing in all of this. Definitely more photos of the time ***** and I struggled to get out of there while it was getting darker. He often would antagonize others from across the waters. I can still picture him almost in tears when we were lost. I know there is more that connect the dots. Why would there be this constant pressure to go back to that place? The one with the open pit where there were markings left. I’d found a testimony in which a similar event I’d once mentioned happened to a group of people in the same location. One individual who also became injured and had to be carried out of the woods. It seemed to have happened a couple years prior to our shared event. I remember ******** floating in the water from afar. I was close when it happened. I remember it sounded like a branch snapping. We all fell silent before it all got very loud.

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bass break

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anytime I go outside, this appears at the top left of my vision