thinking cap adorned, my own monster on the shelf now. most beloved kind of star. 1 sail in sight, body to the deep alertness is critical; so shall you dream? THEY who have known, but do not know (let us once more see the beginning of all) sweetmouth: flatter. one day among all: finally! long eye: envy. small small: very small. small small small: tiny.
debris cooled. "i want it." chronic toxic exposure to dirty, falling, partly obscured or low-hanging clouds. meandering lazily, and bringing back the only place on earth. collapsed for me to read the arms of a blurriness, a "i feel close to something elemental." apart, empty for too long and lord, if i had that crystal ball... i want this. pride. little doubt, let the past go, only to fall down again, or drink a cup of clay. how do you feel? where do you go? slightly scummy, dirty, strange, unknown, wonderful. we were healthy. to have our fingers touch. little pleasures. and i'm very clear and flying. its like jello – a metaphor of attack/certain desire collapses and i find myself naked all over again. reality, the world. just little buttons. i can play with them. it was the promise of what was ordinary only by remembering. it was a holding of everyday life.