i don't have the mood
(or A mood, i suppose)
for poetics. i just
wanted to exist for a few nice moments
on ..."paper". y'know.
paper is nice.
trees even more so. unless they have bugs. that jump you and
things get dirty and
you kinda don't care about having that bush of leaves above your head anymore. um.
so, paper is nice. (curious if any bugs parts get in there... they supposedly do in chocolate and stuff, so like...
o_O
if a bug eats papier with its species' parts in it, it'd be cannibalism. Yippee!
Oh GOD, przypomniały mi się Dalmatyńczyki. Na PlayStation cośtam. Fuck, nostalgia, you SAVAGE).
oh yeah, my headphone is falling apart (ONLY ONE! *happy/sus*). eh.
toenails are weird and useless. stupid evolution.
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i'm a kid. :D:
my brain doesn't know how to feel about that.
me neither. we're both kinda kszszszsz--
kszsz--
kszszszsz-- kszsz-- kszszszsz--
ksz-- ksz-- __________ *zerwało połączenie*/*connection lost*.
CZYTASZ
heart beats
Poetry~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
