each nun my mother sees is shorter than the one after it. this too shall pass? she remains nonverbal. I try to include my son. my depression is a tractor beam that attracts newborns. my thoughts are a thought below the whimsical race. I take photos of escalators paralyzed by three dimensions. I give them as gifts to my father lost at land and sitting on steps to hear the silence in his head. a toy pup expires with a yip in a ransacked store. you are made melancholy not by the pup but by its fallen battery pack belly. I say to a pockmark what I say to immortality.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
each nun my mother sees is shorter than the one after it. this too shall pass? she remains nonverbal. I try to include my son. my depression is a tractor beam that attracts newborns. my thoughts are a thought below the whimsical race. I take photos of escalators paralyzed by three dimensions. I give them as gifts to my father lost at land and sitting on steps to hear the silence in his head. a toy pup expires with a yip in a ransacked store. you are made melancholy not by the pup but by its fallen battery pack belly. I say to a pockmark what I say to immortality.
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