Monday, June 25


{26 June}

You. I want you.

The voice drips like an androgynous, digital landscape; a green maze of pulsing characters, its trees, walls and foliage dripping with explicability; glistening with it.

I know. There is so/too much.

It continues to pulse and it promises to change us all; to wash our import; to expunge us all.

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