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title: "Facebook journal — 2025-07-29"
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created: 2026-10-11T06:41:12.678Z
updated: 2026-10-11T06:41:12.678Z
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# Facebook journal — 2025-07-29

King Of Nothing  - Perpetually: 2025.07.29.13.20

You’re all for the birds. — I’d give the mind, just to have a heart to wrap around, so I can find my way around. All the hills to die on abndoned me to a wall, a wall to break, or break myself against. I broke my arms off against the wall. Then I made clubs of them. Struck the wall, and in it I found a mirror. I held the mirror up, so you could see the hills, but, you were already holding a mirror, and I just wanted to leave an idea on the page, who the fuck cares? 

My shoulder hurts, I really should be writing protocols from my labtop. In another world, I didn’t break, maybe in that world I’m with her, and that’s enough for me. 

In this one, I am this. 

🤷🏻 Ih! 

End of 🧵 

https://youtu.be/_HVI_2XKJx0?si=fQcbaUANf9uJCqT-

IQ 217? Whatever.

## Facts

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  "platform": "Facebook",
  "source_id": "https://facebook.com/100035971342878/posts/pfbid029y2z7Qz9iNvPEeGoU612ZV9McFEuUr1ZiPYLAQ7xQWNtMJpYjGXkSNSL6q8caKeDl/",
  "date_as_recorded": "2025-07-29",
  "post_type": "entshare",
  "author": "Cyrus Massoumi",
  "retrieval": "Facebook connection timeline fetch, 2026-10-10 (case file Appendix C)"
}
```

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