(and a whole now what on earth? has it come to intricacy/darkestness/uncertainty? i couldnt tell you love affair cos bareness blooms bonepatterned delicatelightshade-
On blustered speech I sail savage and warm Into territories taken already by millions. Air floats with billowed words heaving soft. And all repetition and faith and believing
-Eyes of my soul, are we agreed? Come to dinner Sunday; let’s relay our weeks and pains and needings. -Ok sure, whats this medium you talk in, my art deco lover?