luna-grey
American
I never had much ability to stick to one rhythm. My almost poetry follows a scattered drumbeat between my ears and so far that marches me on. Words and thoughts and lettered pictures pour out into my keyboard before I know quite what to do with them. If you can make some sense of them then maybe our planes have touched at some point. Or maybe I'm just not as obtuse as sometimes I seem to feel.
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