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its like finger painting its like boredom living in the fingertips born from nothing and everything is fine fine outside-its another sunny day but where is the shade drowsy haven to sleep a day and maybe play it away five for five contacts for each left and right convergence with that other side of the mirror waving hi but really bye black hair haphazardly spilled on the gray green living freshly forged blades testing a back its not sharp enough yet and a fumbling twig caught a finger web now stroking a twitch snap accidental maybe its all "mental" and a splinter necessary roughness thumbtack attack its another theory of thickness tested and rested Now I can paint the sky a pretty red by eternalslacker |