A small space dedicated to the unsatisfactory imitation and substitute. A shield, a cover, camouflage, streetlights, bent knees and bloody fingers, billboards and pills. The degradation of eyesight and fallible understanding of concrete.
Water on the wings of a moth near the flame and, you, only, come closer.
yeah, i tore up a bible. we call it 'the gospel tree.' i used mostly the 'first four' and revelation. but i think the next bonsai will be hand written word.
and i think i'm niether sly not crafty. i've just found a little motivation...it has nothing to do with my marriage. if anything, it stems from selfishness.
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this shit is cool, is there any particular text used for the leaves? this marriage of yours is making you quite crafty, not sly but crafty.
yeah, i tore up a bible. we call it 'the gospel tree.' i used mostly the 'first four' and revelation. but i think the next bonsai will be hand written word.
and i think i'm niether sly not crafty. i've just found a little motivation...it has nothing to do with my marriage. if anything, it stems from selfishness.
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