that jump in yet then serendipity and afraid of the wind... I
longed to vox the voder. Hear the silent rushing hum.
but if i drop you may grow In my brain I feel I should make an
incision And up I lept quickly to go grab my scalpel as the words of the
window jump the plants massaging my left heelcallus life's modes swing
through my unconsciousness coalescing into
I never had any luck with spinners or spoons