Good luck and live inside of caw raw Tay.
It's a good practice to check your mailbox every time you walk by it, it could have a bomb in it.
Angels lay screaming inside liminal spaces. Our whole earth exists within one: The Gape.
Mothman Ra tries to help but hasn't grown arms capable of embracing.
This is a lonely path but it's the only one i know.
Little vision, stunted spirit, born thrashing and choking on dirty water.
The son is the Tao, killing and giving life with one great breath.
i prefer it this way, but then again (and again, and again), i don't know any better.
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