[i do apologise for lack of wordclumps, in/on days when i have so much to say and so many pictures behind my eyeballs, dripping down nerves i can only imagine exist (you see i have never been given proof that they're there, for all i know there's only sticky tape and cardboard) i have many pictures dark and bright of upside down trees -- this is not applicable in any way unless you cut them up and fix them to your lids with glue from half made cake.]
you are a correlation,
a distinction between queasy and sane.
i am a lover of small, quiet, and decaying. (bend backwards and string yourself into coherence) follow-on-flow
-the day is ending-don't let it fall-