gravity is a funny thing, gravity and bones, compressing us. we get down on the ground it feels soul different. just a short drop and here we are rolling and laughing, sort of. the veryness of the activity laughs through us like the express scent of flowers. compression expression, loll. we're flowers too, we have our time, something of roots sparks up our spines. our heads transmit the signal aerosols of earth, earth breathes rainbows in our scattered collective mind.