I am listening to your voice, paragraph.
Parts are smooth, they roll. Something but I can only Attain with a word like own.. own.. own. Own. Own.. and a text to speak, something firm like I repeat own.. the word. Is said but not articulated. Paragraph. In stop. Em dash. Hold the light to the burn burn burn burn. I burn, I burn, you burn, you burn, you. You. You. You. You. That one syllable word solid quickly by that three syllable word that goes. Say the word. It won't show. Call it fate, or programming. Headed the word. P. E. Are. I. O. D..
a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Saturday, December 1, 2018
brooding and removed, [safe mode] is a room without Windows
the warrior should become the protector
self protection mechanisms make the movement wary:
the logician becomes the debater becomes the Command[er]
take the guard down? what is our root? take it somewhere specific and personal: dark adn moody.
self protection mechanisms make the movement wary:
the logician becomes the debater becomes the Command[er]
take the guard down? what is our root? take it somewhere specific and personal: dark adn moody.
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