Originally shared by Mac Vogt
I drama. From time to time. The figure ballast, the drone trumpet, stirred. Staring. Stunned gasket, and we’ll unscrew it. Starling! and the overhead oven lapsed a heaven, only one heaven, only the best heaven to have, following, a fear. You know well and you never said it. To hydrate a hello, or a feather — a friend, yes. The friend says yes. I shall. You were holding a shell at that point in the dream. You were saying more words than you could hold and you were saying them well. Honest. The look draws down, you, the curtain to our floor. This is our floor to lie on. So lie. This is our floor to feel cold and forbidden. Did one’s thumbs move across the heart. Quite the instrument lol. Those are the movements, yes? Please. I remember the donuts in the parking lot in snow. So I’d show my face. So what madness. Will you remember this.