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Apr 2014
Sometimes, instead of writing words I feel like falling into the curvature of a “u” and blanketing myself with an “i.” And instead of speaking with these symbols I would twist and turn humans and write words upon words until I've run out of beings to use. And as much as I love the blue lovely atmosphere, I’d think blankly into the absence of anything. I would stroll in between words and skate my fingers along the edges of these very flexible humans and very instantly get a feel for these beings. Because up here, I don’t understand them at all.
Adam C Crispell
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Adam C Crispell  NC
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