Misha Sprocket, do.not.hold.these.words.as.dear
Limbs extending outward from. These eyes are your eyes, not mine?
Subliminal does not sublimation account, the totality of ambiguous
minions, three-pronged intervention in complacency & the next best
thing since
Broach desire & concede. How many probabilties open, numerous,
random facination in the ragweed forest, a jungle of planatation. ex-
but not above append to the end of an emotional document. Metaphors are
in collusion with the conspiracy to untitle. Doctor of manifestation
appears humble, bold, surrounded in a once that defies a quiet moment
when we can meet in between.
"Mine are minor." Restitution based on appropriated meanings that are
sly or otherwise witty. Such a gaunt caricature, the rings around the
eyes, I wonder why I even got up in the morning when the internet is
embodied all night. A simple way to say this is. She fell toward
grace, but only as an act of fruition, seven shiny apples in a window.
My transparency is vibrant, but not hungry.
Singularity is common even among disagreement. Parataxis is definitely
not 2 taxis bound for collision, otherwise I would dispair & ask for a
ride. Given the ability of all subtexts to degenerate I am seeking
concordances among those Ive never met, as if to touch untouchables.