I LOVE YOU MORE
Will you tell me how it is, and recommend as to whether I should buy or rent?
here's my poem about living in a popsicle not really. I wrote this uhhh in April or May I think:I have a house in a popsicleit's a hoaxnothing ties to the interiorindian style like a weird kidwho has no developmental problemsbut just is that wayany biological function is a purposeand a quite astronomical successartistic with barbed wirea secret unitwhat is hamcollege furnished a squat atmospherefor the cursive of our tricks.boating provided a way of lifean expensive technical conflagrationof arbitrary customs, the resulting decorcrept inland and died like confused gulls,which we then stuffed and posedso a fresh new epoch dangled forwardswith uncertain strength to be an appendage.the campfire hallucinated us, a noble column.a capital I naked in the distancea mural cold on our foreheads
i feel like i remember 'what is ham.' but maybe it's one of those things like outer space; it's so unimaginably huge in its there-ness that you feel one with it. you know, like ham.in actuality this was about the color i'm fixin to paint my room.
ahh, actuality. a fine place.
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