Maneuver a bull on the stage, lime lights seeing red read your lines in a dizzy haze black out cue the narrator: the popsicle obstacle went on a journey in this journal, where Brother Blood meets Mother Mud is when Jose complains no way he’ll crochet, sodadoughs are almost palindromic but yikes the lemon lightContinue reading “Frage Stight”
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masking
I act every day, if the party’s too noisy I tuck my distaste away if I feel like collecting sixteen maple seeds and throwing them in the parking lot but there’s strangers around, I’ll act like I’ve got no interest but walking, not skipping, or hopping, or tiptoeing over the sidewalk cracks. I know howContinue reading “masking”
Jordyn Saelor 