like a drumcall
be blind to the humdrum murmur. let your hair slide away easily. now you can run into the breeze as if your words were laughter, the garden in front of my house has my shadows tied up in a knot - I speak as if the importance of each decision outweights the pleasure of trouble, silliness a braghost myself - I build my walls.
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when sparks fly - consistenly, the nature of the filament decides what lights up and what fuses out
this blog is the filament2: constantly posted secondary news, signals, waves...