i'm amazed at how many words are circulating particularly committed to print. graffiti makes sense to me even though (when) i don't understand. when of course, sure, i do, birds are real even if they're crossed out. they're flying around your head, hello duh, and they're still there under the cross. they came before words, duh, hello, you think you know birds? alice notley wrote 40 books before i even knew she existed, but that's nothing new. life is comprised of things we didn't do and could not possible be all, though we are still at one with all evolving things.
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