unflinching, you are an egg
winter is combing itself through the air all over the place. neil young can keep melting my igloo baby eskimo heart in song. my newest mix makes my insides warm when i roll over the bumpy ugly roads. things smell like motels, which sticks inside my nose. as usual i hate most everything except hiding in a tiny soft purple covered world and peanut butter. i'm feeling always electric. blue lights give me a wobbly feeling in my stomach, like something i've seen before, traumatically as a child. and i feel like magic again with love beams coming through my fingertips.
tests are done, i can stop playing the dummy. my teeth hurt so bad and they are probably broken or have holes in them. stay warm.