
It’s Just Me…
"He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes..."
relevant.recycling.rapid cycling. by Susan T Martin
"He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes..."
"...I was a rebel...not knowing thousands of feet had gone down that same road days...months...centuries before..."
"...a drive to put what is playing on my internal projector out into the real world, for others to see..."
...seems to be less like a monkey...more like a huge Brahma that has lain down, groaning and farting...
...the room seems to awaken with her...golden rays fall...like the petals of an opening rose...
"...look into this inner world and I promise I will use my "INSIDE VOICE".
. This project was a couple years in the making for me, and was born from the bottomless grief […]
...this post is winding itself around my consciousness like my fairy python-mother...
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