She lived with her parents as most children do.
Beinnnieeie babies all over her wall
I was in her world, I slept at it, it was like traveling to another country
I hate what wordpress has done
Having to keep everything in one place, like a gallery, a world I can take you to where I’m going to ask for your money.
I don’t want to be that material in weight
Like a bird without nest
A stoned bird that finds people to throw food at her
Poetry into stories
I want to try and shock you, without hurting you
So i’ll make a logo, it will be beautiful and logo like as an EE with only two hours to spare can accomplish, and I’ll fill it with hidden messages about our companies mission, But it might also look like basic dick-doodle nonsense, I’ll polarize and divide the people so that I may have something to keep me interested all day.
Don’t tell them
“I don’t care” in a voice that indicates concern,
Babes, if you can’t tell, I’m writing high, spoken word might work like this, but phrasing alone is not poetry
Venturing into the unknown via written word , unprepared for how to find resource.
Tribal mentality, I wonder if I’ve fallen into a darwinian corner from my small barely unnoticeable darwinian swerve (an illogical possibly fear driven choice, feeling my way through a paradox, how does intuition get passed on? Memory tells us a lot – and when two people get close their memories mate, their ideal no matter how far away or how similar they are synthesis into something very different, yet similar.
I wouldn’t carry just any idea, ideas can be bad for you like junk food or trauma. Triggering word, vandalized word, let it be ambiguous, I don’t read enough to be up to date on how we’re talking but its you or my immediate friends.
The foliage here is unforgiving, you have to be protected, naked and afraid isn’r for me, I don’t want to camp, i don’t even want to sleep next to you. I’m too into the night and writing in the dark.
Anthropological Magical Realism 