if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

first fruits hardly a handful, the garden

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.

excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs