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Bodies are tyrants

breathing is prima nocta

strange victorian architecture

the alleys that develop

robin williams

i am high

I'm HIGH

where does it come from

movement seems to get it started

motion through mundane daily artifacts

and its sitting like there like a neolithic puzuzu figurine

makes you spit out pea soup at your mother

sometimes for sentiment, sometimes for fun

eases in on how you get through your day, the pieces you split it up into

it comes from the space between

singularity and infinite cold expanse

the inaccuracy of memory is a personal construct

something you tint up with a lifetime of prejudice

with a liftime of goodwill and intentions

hoping you wont turn into a werewolf

trying to redeem the wolf's nature in case

because werewolfs cant fly spacecraft

or nuke the core of mars

they eat each other