Hate altered.

So shall we live.

True physicality dwells in our thoughts even as
Ghosts roam with panicked ants on the ground. Consciously mixed media. You can’t throw ghosts out. It helps there’s a mating dance to appreciate what they are doing — we’re working on it.

There’s body hustle, along with rips in the cargo of space~time where our uppermost thoughts burgeon in ennobling, blobby warmth from a sweetheart, accompanied by addiction to risk.

Come here often?