I had dream about something my dad told me once, how the kids in his neighborhood would catch stray cats by their tales and spin them around their head. And when I woke up the train doors were opening. You were standing on the platform and slammed your hand against the train windows (gross). You had a sticky note and it said ***** **** **** * ** ** *******. mama and papa are naturally occurring terms in distinct languages because of how babies talk. no, you say, mama and papa are naturally occurring terms in distinct languages because we're all in this together. I had something I was going to say to you, I wrote it in a notes called "Denver money". Practiced it in the mirror. I like the city because it fucking sucks and every day you see something you've never seen before. That's why I like you, too. I had a dream (not a thought) that if you jumped off the roof you'd probably fly. I had a thought (not a dream) that we would grow old and open a coffee shop with a big modular synth in the middle, for anybody.
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you have to listen in silence to feel a movement in yourself, and by that point momentum is doing most of the work. it's how our values dont sway and shift gently they are distressed and pressure-cooked until they shatter completely and i was 21 when i was introduced to "the money" that was there before i was born and across the sky are these bold beautiful strokes of paint that keep going until the last drop comes off the bristles. i had a nokia when i was 14 and i wonder what it would reveal if i could see it now.
