and here’s to the beautiful world of blocks

“I’m really unsure I know what I want.” What I meant to say was something perfectly syncopated. You know, like the perfect denominator. Sometimes maybe she dances faster through the Mist & Matter. I was there once with Mother; she’d make soup in the Apple lab in DC. I’d watch cartoons on a television thinking of this present nearly. There my bike downstairs the security stare at it all night. At the time, I was the only boy around my age almost always. So anyway I complied with a purchase just the other day. I guess it clicked for me, you know – click click. The perfection of a final accord an almost fabricated progression.

-adaptive text lake lullaby fountain in Little River