BlinkBlinkBlinkBlink

ThoughtThought

Stuck.

RegretRegret

Deseo que hubiera...

Isolationv. solitude

Clickity Clack.

underneathOur house, & I hear peopleTelling each other secrets.

My playhouse is

Dribble Dribble.

Shadowsof our feelings--

always darker, emptier, simpler.

Thoughts are the

Swishhhhhh.

Paralyzingbecause we no longer hear our

surprised feelings living.

All our sadnesses are moments of tension that we fi nd

Nope!

AnticipationIn drawing, the trace always

proceeds in the night: it always escapes the fi eld of vision.

Splash.

FleasThey do not bite to eat,they bite only to jump;

they are the dancers of the celestial sphere,delicate acrobats

in the softest and most profound circus;

interest me so muchthat I let them bite me for hours.

They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,machines that admit of no appeal.

let them gallop on my skin,divulge their emotions,

amuse themselves with my blood,but someone should introduce them to me.

I want to know them closely,I want to know what to rely on

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Sublime

Mmm. Tasty.

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Sometimes

absolutely.RECENTLY!

although. . .

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WASTE

witness

SUBJUNCTIVE

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