talkin' 'bout a revolution

it will be a cosmic landing and everything will change. grass will turn cold and bent in the wind. on a rock, a lizard, although it will be night. sexual revolution and a deep breath into the space, that's how it will happen, greenness in the middle of the night, aurora at the time of summer solstice, above the heads of dreaming cows. dew on our hands and the smell of skin. people who hurt us will be far away.

apparently,

my skin was meant to be tattooed.

hand sun river river river

wishing to escape takes up all my energy.

off you go

and what do they want from me. I'm just an animal, just an animal. and may nothing new turn out, appear nor happen.

in.complete

I'm so ever fluctuating. It's pretty exhausting. And confusing.

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