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me and god ran once, together in the inanimate atmosphere on the spine of the ground where our feet met the ground a lengthwise bookshelf faced beside book spirits watching us around their spines, bookmarks because I'm so a book without legs, since books don't have any but I'm also a big wild cat away from my eyes with 2 letters in them so we ran with our lids behind since they're usually not only around my eyes they sleep so many things turn on the dark and sleep me in a powerful action verb way and people put garbage lids on god all the time since the christian mouth moved wide and round like a wavy hole so we ran until vapors inside us were running too air running like the wind animate not inanimate atmosphere and my temperatue rose high because I was spending instead of falling spending my atmosphere on the top of a book, where nothing is touching anything because it's air My air in the air outside of myself over the top of paper which isn't a place, isn't my head it's the air, where only if you ran you're spending it So we ran and we ate breaktfast a lot because when I sleep I want freedom like a tree with a sky too medium-high and that day wasn't a 24-hour day it's the day that lived in the days off my forehead because me and god never ran while time happened time happened first, and then I saw something had run through my soul because there was more air, space across a line from more ground but I didn't know, like you don't know a movie you didn't see that someone else saw like you live on the earth and don't know how big it is like you live in your city and don't know there's a Lunds & Byerly's there, or a cute countryside, or a music concert every Wednesday at a nearby city lake it was me and god the air rang more alive because the big elephant in me stomped there with god once in a quick fashion a big thing running through my soul on the earth of my soul and I recognized the air because someone else had been there besides me Have I been to Indiana before? Oh yes, because Dad had to stop there on a trip once An elephant cat I know was with, oh it wasn't my head Oh I know Indiana! I know this place, without my head! The place where I could not land, so I ran Dreamed Silk brown Doing Is this area, the air that became, because feet ran That I can't comprehend But I know, because me and god ran once, here So awake, So wanting to outrun the Air of Doing, And never Do here So that when we ran though we'd be doing in the Dark where I'm never awake Except, it didn't work I'm always in my head But at least about the boundaries I know so sharply – though I've never gone out, a god and a big cat have come in and are in here somewhere
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
chelsea-palmer-1
the ground the flat asleep feet
me and god ran once, together in the inanimate atmosphere on the spine of the ground where our feet met the ground a lengthwise bookshelf faced beside book spirits watching us around their spines, bookmarks because I'm so a book without legs, since books don't have any but I'm also a big wild cat away from my eyes with 2 letters in them so we ran with our lids behind since they're usually not only around my eyes they sleep so many things turn on the dark and sleep me in a powerful action verb way and people put garbage lids on god all the time since the christian mouth moved wide and round like a wavy hole so we ran until vapors inside us were running too air running like the wind animate not inanimate atmosphere and my temperatue rose high because I was spending instead of falling spending my atmosphere on the top of a book, where nothing is touching anything because it's air My air in the air outside of myself over the top of paper which isn't a place, isn't my head it's the air, where only if you ran you're spending it So we ran and we ate breaktfast a lot because when I sleep I want freedom like a tree with a sky too medium-high and that day wasn't a 24-hour day it's the day that lived in the days off my forehead because me and god never ran while time happened time happened first, and then I saw something had run through my soul because there was more air, space across a line from more ground but I didn't know, like you don't know a movie you didn't see that someone else saw like you live on the earth and don't know how big it is like you live in your city and don't know there's a Lunds & Byerly's there, or a cute countryside, or a music concert every Wednesday at a nearby city lake it was me and god the air rang more alive because the big elephant in me stomped there with god once in a quick fashion a big thing running through my soul on the earth of my soul and I recognized the air because someone else had been there besides me Have I been to Indiana before? Oh yes, because Dad had to stop there on a trip once An elephant cat I know was with, oh it wasn't my head Oh I know Indiana! I know this place, without my head! The place where I could not land, so I ran Dreamed Silk brown Doing Is this area, the air that became, because feet ran That I can't comprehend But I know, because me and god ran once, here So awake, So wanting to outrun the Air of Doing, And never Do here So that when we ran though we'd be doing in the Dark where I'm never awake Except, it didn't work I'm always in my head But at least about the boundaries I know so sharply – though I've never gone out, a god and a big cat have come in and are in here somewhere
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