Perhaps I wouldn’t write if my mouth lubricated itself during times I need it the most. Like when I stopped her at the door. Onlookers impatiently observing the distance between us and the door. Me trying to fit words into the most loaded minute. The minute between her and the door. The struggle of fittingContinue reading “need”
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Behavioral
things must behave in order for the toaster to toast. but I propose a toast to disorder in order to disturb a process one must make the claim that he/she is trying to harness chance for toast behavior is for the toaster and I am not toast + nontoast for how loaded is the toaster likeContinue reading “Behavioral”