it came out of nowhere, in the middle of near death and when nothing being said felt coherent. how could this have been written into script with clear instructions on its import, objectively premeditated? it came amid a breathless storm of calls and pleading... could have become just a part of it in the chaos... and yet that this is not FUNNY called differently... got etched... seemed to define the structure, the breadth length height depth gene of a feeling... as it exploded and grabbed its next pinnacle. yeah, my metaphors are mixed... i still feel the kick inside me when he says those words in that pitch tone passage momentum... it unshackles things within... being right or wrong doesn't matter, metaphors can mix... just feeling matters, has matlab.
| episodes 286/287/288 as breath fall (vm) |
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~ this is not funny and a chat ~
~ this is not FUNNY ~
~ on a clifftop ~
~ are we imagining things ~
~ from crooner 89: sieze-fire... my thoughts
on the elements (vm) ~
~ a precap and an ipk moment ~
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