growing love for him feels antiphonal1. a tweet i read the other day suggests wearing less deodorant, becoming more distinguishable to those designed to love me. i dream it to be easy yet know her rough edges. snowed in or love fest—hardly able to tell the difference. pheromone play, when i can smell you, i can feel the depth of your glory—nostrils connected to what is before me.
scent as matter begetting matter—mixology of forces. a lot of new experiences signaling updated pages. i know someone who knows someone who knows someone and that is an accountability ether. living in a small town is making life so big. fresh meat status, ultra-cream—laughing, giggling, and being seen. when we live in the wild, we are wild—mud all abouts, sticks and pebbles floorboard dwellers, and functional gear for everything. every drive a pretty in-between, always somehow keen to flee the scene, departure a strength—wisdom spleen.
anthemic in tone, varietal in animacy, an acknowledgement so tender, nothing goes unnoticed and everything retires witnessed. this is the first show i am playing where everyone’s response to an invitation has been ‘congratulations’—noticeably unprecedented. we will be playing new material. come be in our residue with us.
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