typing again, after so long - why did i stop writing? i forgot why - treated words like a texture - rhi baubles, the harsh, but not that harsh, the harsh edge of the crunch that is really more of a squish - all these patter splatterns... and forget forgot where he was -- black hole, white hole, we've heard them before - ok - another coat
another coat of frosting
some more keys to scrape your syntax
we're trying to turn corners, collectively, individually... little men, kiddies, not a party place - transcribing - because i like being part of the texture, and framing {incadecently; why do i hate frames? it's not important but it might become a matter of practicality... the REALITIES of LIVING as an ARTIST
victoria
STREET
i'm riding the aloof bouncy k wave as i type this - taking google's advice
per spelling correction where applicable... sic
that ol pixies song
making
and other cuntcile tendencies
how much would you pay for
absurd upholstery
good thing, and there's no excuse for it, and they didn't correct my spelling, all funneled into the groovitational archives - terminator exit
bring the noise
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