What lunacy!
find am lost. attempt to steer the undertree toward Venus.
Wooden hollow blasting into outer atmosphere, shall save the spaceman swings in
the vines, hollering, hollering.
never did a dark day once and if so was only for the joys of dragonflies, abuzzaburr swift constellation creek. It’s in the false
smile sinking.
question: does will against the gut flower epifinities? Well
the starfields in the astronaught park scintillate the medicinal falling of
fungal patter, the rain when sky is clear, a thousand shredding atmosphere
meteors made expressionist days for night.
willed to live in splaying mares.
Forgot to suffer, or, forgot to feel the pangs and so suffered blind.
Lunacy!
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