It’s early morning
No one is awake
I’m back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes ‘til they crash
I imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
and when it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?
Posted on Friday February 4th
About me
SAY WHAT YOU ARE, BE WHAT YOU SAY
I. am. icon. unknown. platonic. Freud's disciple. Body's Scanner. Oedipus. Photosynthetic. Philanthropist. Psychic. Dream's producer. Prictorial. poster's thief. Vigorexic. Metaphorical. Mitochondria's DNA. autotrophic. Pierced bladder. Cenestetic. Mind's radiator. Hemostatic. Wall's hiker. Phenostetic. Traveler of time. identity sucker. Globalized. Americanized. hidroholic hybrid. Metabolism Accelerated. Precipitate conclusions...
its enough
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