Day one

Præternatural proclivities pronoun/ce the unpitiable and unpitying.

A pitted, slim pumpkin.

A seeded watermelon.


A new place to walk.

Sound. It is

Not a bay but

A sound.

Waving, watery vibration beneath the ferryman’s boat

All filled with cars which are all filled with humans.

A smattering of skaters, bikers

Pedestrian/s who pay the toll with coins covering

One or both eyes.

A pied

Am i.

There are berries on a tree proceeded by a cigarette butt discarded on the pavement.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

5 thoughts on “Day one”

  1. Under the cee, under the see. Down where it’s better, where everything’s extra. Take it from me (please, take it away, take it away. I don’t want to stay, I can’t really say.) Caput. Oh

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      1. Heel and toe, healing tow. Tap step stip stop. Take your partner round and round, linking letters by the arms, spinning twirling, don’t look now. Steep steppe tapped drip.
        Factory girl, in a manu-factory world. Art is like music. Gotta keep the body moving. Keep it up! Mass amassed media. No more mine than my mind.

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      2. Ooooooh! 8 steps, but when you turn the corner it’s only 7 more and repeat. Endlessly if only skirting the borders. I can’t move like a knight. Or… do I only move like one? Mother flikker

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