Hate altered. 
 
So shall we carry on. We can’t do better. 
 
True physicality dwells in our minds and other matter even as  
Orr hair hangs down to the ground in a consciously mixed media ceremony. You can’t throw consciousness out. It helps there’s a mating dance to appreciate what we are shadowing — working on it.   
 
There’s body hustle, along with cargo rips in the funnel of space~time where uppermost thoughts burgeon in ennobling, blobby warmth from a sweetheart, accompanied by addiction to risk.   
 
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