wow so there is alot that i really like in this, very rich so bare with me
i love this first part in the begining, it's makes me kind of slow things down and think about things
internalizing such things held my stance.
the continent of myself.
the environment of everyone else.
how the scruples of the body got me.
the reflexology of it, the limbs that connect to digits.
the organs that reflect my actions.
the word play here is masterful, i mean it is sooo saturating, an vivid nice
as lust tattoos my hands.
it idles beneath my fingernails and i'm still scratching each
each chance and
this darkness interferes with who i am.
and this i was like daymn...you are soo good i'll stop quoting everything now but this was so good coming back from my vac this is a great read, i hope to read more from you
like two hands that conjoin to insist parity.
this satirical butterfly is as rare as peace in a revolution in our time.
what are you fighting for when you emphasized not laying a hand?
challenged to your own reason.
it is difficult to cross the line without
being sometimes a hypocrite.
as sharp as knives are they never sliced more then
the fingertips that popped a disturbance "bubble"...
each cause and problem floating in the air too subtle.