• staceymack 5w


    Lifting up a breaths’ only moment before a songs’ reclamation
    opens up, a word and all of its’ contents’ its’ imaginary lives persistence . Flip worlds upside down as earthquakes blow volcanic forces in exchange for deaths own imminent word, birth. All the strange ideas there are made up names for, when the dirts’ dirty molecule always still sticks around, the wet elephant nostril of happy souls; or a nimble bee that provides a flowers’ myopic name, the naming of a naked human being...