ahhhhhh yes that is the sound of my mind imbibing one iota of a wrinkle at a time

this semester, yes this one which happens to be at its end is turning right back around into the beginning of the one that ended.

and i am in a space marked by vertical angles and visceral dates for the days run out of succession yes they fumble all the time to and fro and atop one another and then they trip back up.

tomorrow, tomorrow, i love ya, tomorrow, although i do not know your face nor what a face feels like.

que brillante is the sun when it remarks on mist and long day fog..........
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.........it'll be true and take me through some evening up and coming, as i do plan on a due traipse along the park and the walk and the potholes, benchmarked.

see you soon as a ship comes sailing in lofty rallying side-from-side amok against yellow reflections on the water high on lubbock's plump plateau.

"The Viking Says .....

"This Scanner Works!"