Sure it burns, but so do embers, Roman candles and other superficial pains.
Merely a skinned brain knee.
Seeking friction. Yet surprised upon finding that sought. Defamiliatization appears as though thru the lens of new prescription lenses.
What once was adequate is now questionably so.
Who is the knower and how can they confidently say so?
Fall colors. Decay and regrowth before winter.
Move slow but too slow lest you freeze.
I’m she, whose warmth, flesh, touch, and wetness is pondered.
Who cares and or can caress.
Passion in the soul. With that what do I do?
I’ve heard you should not share such things, but fears have done nothing and everything for me. So I share.
In the face of uncertainty or fear, aye say
I cannot believe you because I refuse to go against myself.
Understand,
I submit: aye am love. I am written. Tolle lege.
Anon, anon. Says Helen Aestelle.
You got sleepy jive….
Hot stuff….
Strange strings alongside celloes. What’s not touching, love….pardon, what’s not to love…
Any responses to this prompt would be most appreciated.
Cheers and continue to spiral out
Longer to sleep.
Suits this lady fine tonight.
Music under covers and comedians from the comfort of bed.
What’s not to like when this hour of night strikes.
The earlier the better during some times.
That’s the cheapest way to fly.
Standing on toes and/or with legs perpendicular, breath illuminates ….
Metempirical…..
Favorite subsense: a priori as opposed to empirical.
Whimsy…capricious…dunno
Where did they first list this phenomenological stuff.
Curiouser and curiouser said Alice Ladder
Spoken like a pink monkey bird, and I’m busting up my brains for the words.
And it only gets better from there……Bowie keeps it fresh even half a century ago
Such a hero. Multitudes inside. Love hearing him talk about himself. So much more interesting
But, O pigtails of Rome, still I’m entrammled by in you.
That’s some good blues…I dont care who you are.
WrittenCasey 