< brain case >

this, the debut of selective electrons
transmitted puffs of feeling

< end brain case >

< yes >

i rode a pink bike to work
it has a basket
that's hillarious
today has been a staircase of middle school murmers and un-defensible vulnerabilty
i know better
expectations and actuality run a race that folk songs and theology and shaved heads bearing flaming hearts and purity of puritanical wisdom
discourage... the outcome of. The anti-story. Don't tell your children that they are children.

< end yes >

< and here, the intersection of thought and feeling, the inception of broken glass, loose limbs and twisted metal >

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Possessed by stars

In love, between witted oaks.

paint me, your color.

space, born in space