Whew.
im chillinoutofthecold,this notch.
like undercovers,
but notundercover.
im prettyplainclothes.
hey!!
watchme!!!
see... these new words while holding my breath, fitting all that in one breath.
the spaces are stops to hold air in the lung.
this is the process in which i flow.
though flowing surely makes one head spin or maybe its the shortness of ones breath?
"ill explain to you and we will both see..." said the deaf man to the blind one...
...and they trudge on into time... its sand this time. last time it was umbilical slime. image the stench. imagine the pace of slop drool walking! i prayed for my bike, to god, I promised to lock these gears and skip through the timefabric once more.
tiring search for the whip of blue.
