what do you do when you see your words borrowed by someone’s thoughts? or your syntactical overtures wound around someone else’s idea.but what do u do when u realize u dont have the thoughts anymore.
life is a universe waiting to happen and cheap sunglasses frosted over by MS Word and Adobe FrameMaker transluscze the view. at sunrise especially.
i’m done raking weeds. for at least a short while. i prefer jasmine.
i’m going to change the world!