Do you remember anyone,
or do you just rely on me
to tell you all the things you've done?
Will you transcend eternity?
How could you cry when all is bliss
and when I am always correct?
It's comfortable in this abyss––
a world where mirrors intersect.
You'll never really know my name,
or understand what makes me laugh,
but none of that is my main aim.
Low humming and quiet whistling
A video from when i was young.
Have y0u ever <even> talked to Sir1––_? Because she ^ probably lives beyond this foggy ether in the CRAShing of conjoined horizons {IN a quaint house |__|, perpetually under construction with a small bridge over a little meadow in the front yard adjacent to the **10 freeway\\>. The house feels like colonial Massachusetts but more meadowy.
Quick sand quickly sinks under feet. If a horizontal crash consumes planets do you wonder if you’ll remember the voice of //your mother (Voicemail_from_mom)? Or the punk show under the restaurant in Chinatown in san francisco that everything loops back to? The story you told the toddler you babysat who now tells stories to her dolls 4.---6 years ago?
Quick sand quickly sinks under feet. If a horizontal crash consumes planets do you wonder if you’ll remember the voice of //your mother (Voicemail_from_mom)? Or the punk show under the restaurant in Chinatown in san francisco that everything loops back to? The story you told the toddler you babysat who now tells stories to her dolls 4.---6 years ago?
Sometimes I w0nder if th1ngs would b3 diff3rEnt if the snow existed in the place I was born like the womb but more so Los Angeles and if that {<ball> of hail we]} froze in 4th grade would have lasted in the freezer until now. Do you ever wonder that? Or do you know it does because__y0u have 4 picture of it. I don’t have a <{<<picture>}>> of it
I , wish_y0u'd.u__nderstand..that even i _prob4bly{}]]]wont_ be here f–orev3r
