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shivering in sleeping bags in 20 below
rental homes and prednisone, we settled for sociable
indigo scent collarbone blend Fendi cologne
cheri amore, no, your cherry is poison. bad to the bone
engage your demon in a vain attempt to battle my own
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i think this was cool. indigo scent collarbone blend, was great imagery.
cheri s'more was great too. bad to the bone seemed almost rushed but needed there. if that makes sense?
i feel sometimes as if there's moments where the metaphor is so intact that you almost need a movie or a visual drawing of what is going on, EXACTLY. shadow puppet over metal machine is almost vague. maybe it's an actual shadow puppet over an actual metal machine. or an image the author had of a shadow telling a story that maybe he didn't want to find? like it's nighttime and you see shadows moving from the window and they're cast on the car you drove there from the outside? like that's how far it could stretch and I'm just oblivious to the actual meaning. nonetheless the way it has me thinking is cool enough for me to maintain enjoying it.
you brandish this writers voice that is moreso talking along telling a story. it's never, annnie stood at the door and told me goodbye. it's more like annie whispered hesitantly. melting at door. then it retains that same feeling throughout. which i've noticed you do frequentlt. nothing wrong it. just neat how you maintain the same exact techniques that seem to be so distant in understanding. good stuff. the vagueness here set it apart from a few recent pieces but maybe that's just me getting influence from pharaoh who doesn't understand shit. THAT BEING SAID. i understoood the bulk of it and probably understood it all, i just questioned my intelligence.