"this is for ya....".. gaze
gazing back in the opposite left "why?"
"so that you could leave"...two steps back
one step forward "and this?!"
"because i want you to bethink my ways"
depositing the map and locking the casket......inarticulate
"is this loathing?"
relinquished, opening buttons, stripping: "it's called spite"




[i never thought they could be so alike. mostly disengaged and fond of black cats. the road unveils the truth and the mighty river surrenders the fish at their sight. the lustin' crawls over the lens in the sounds that reverberate the whims.éclat in the irises and present oaths remunerate the motionless wheel. i l.o.a.t.h.e.]

stress gave me a rash.... i scratch the superficial layer till i get to redness.
gee...overreacting... stressed cuz i can't moooooveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. move my fingers on the board, move my eyes on the notes, move my tongue to request, move my carcass in the "wide-open spaces"....
unable to find "the <<h>> dress"... i want it.. desire, long, crave for it


in the mean time... the ost is:

focus, gal!

oh, uhmm, aha, yeah

my land, my blob, my vote, my truth
my time, my waste, my new-the old, my mark-runs deep, my bead-the click
my nail, my ring, my mind-the void, the wire-my step, my blue, my clue
my space, my tree, my end, my loss, my song , my breath…………………………
my page, my word-big lie, my push, my stretch, my flip
my fave, my dash, my cake-on ice, my kiss-in air, my touch-the pinch
my lamp, my square, my dish, my bow, my fault

yielding-myself