oar sew tha pyrite sez!
sleeping permanently in two places at once. how’s that happen? well, that would be telling. and now i’m in a third new place. what happened to the old simultaneous place #1? it’s occupado, my dear onion. and all the music of heaven is piped in through the doror or winindow or flueue.
id it true? are the arms getting bluer? i mean redder? is the sun’s grim beat pounding out a new dolorous crayon?
though i may have a third eye, smackdab, you understand. that’s more than enough mutation for me, thankyouverymuch.