6th
i make an enigmatic paracosm of color and shape to keep em on thier toes
i make a hole in the ground to lie in
i make a cup of tea
the hands on divine knit roads into soil for my legs to run on
the mough of god makes crashing teeth to sound off like starting pistol
the wine makes my red tongue still
you make sense
you make sense
you make sense
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alternatively titled: a lesson in fucking proofreading
an imaginary world
the thingamajig god as the proof-for-reading
makes sense to me
If you say it three times…it comes true.