I’m leaving disjunction behind. To work with you (our plan) is one way to avoid subjectivity as a nominal fallacy.

To be anyone who will die isn’t perverse, it’s the inside dress code.

Ah, holism doesn’t come naturally, Nickolas Christakis. Yet the parts know how to grow, Benjamin Aranda.
A Cretaceous bunny stuffed in an envelope is ludicrous. It’s untidy and young. I basically authorize it. While your back-and-forth is rubbed into my hair / no-hair in all these dubious directions you’re going in until you do an onslaught

that’s the game in self presence, yourself, perhaps, to squelch actions that seem certain when hidden by how far we are beaten into their projections. Self presence,

of navy birth, feeling not so bad about the brief gleam that seethed with rank, a gazing furl trying to gnarl sparkle to figure our life together

our history, ok sunsets standing in the waves... a Rimbaud issue.