we all try to talk, but you know, you get there, you shy away, what is this creature I am attempting to talk to, I know the usual ways, I'll do the usual ways, I can't offer papers drawings words we both admit this is failing

Offer papers, offer guidance, forget guidance “are you a counselor” “what are you?” shake, both of you shake, small spastic dance of two people trying to talk, for real “the talking openly from the heart is terrifying” she jitters out, the words splitting apart, falling, she bending to gather them up, he bending to gather his too “yes it is so terrifying!” “we so scared of each other, but want to hug each other.”

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And so it goes, papers, and perhaps freaky being float in midair human create them we are no longer artists, ordinary artists, any of us, we try something.

That sound of words let it whisper volume thick cloud let humble you float there directly in front of you let it stay.

Some someone have more experience and enter it and talk from it – or jitter and just about collapse in mental collapse and need paramedics, this thing writers have worked on from long ago to now, suggesting ways to circumvent growing up to adults and losing honesty .. and then run away to mountains .. and look at interlopers through the screen door .. and say nothing

adult

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We are there then .. this is no group, saddle up to me and offer papers, out in “real life” jitter with the papers, reason, excuse, jitter with the papers, all ordinary artists advancing on

“I am not an artist, with canvas, pouring it out, then falling silent, with people” “and I am not in a recovery group, recovery from addiction, mental illness, beating, shock, trauma, I like those places, they are safe, or should be” but meet me in the open AND BE SO DAMNED SCARED ABOUT THIS

Have any format, not lying, but honest

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I go along with how adults are, and teenagers are well on their way there too, a bit of a struggle, but they soon fit in, but life is not some vile conspiracy, all adults lying all the time, no they have good times too, honest times too, comfortable lives, some of the time/ do you dare sometimes, get the jitters, on the important subjects no one talks about ever, no one can identify, quit complaining and enter into, quit protesting and enter into “I don’t want to protest, I want to do it now”

Even the most advanced only a feeling to get angry “about what” “cannot identify the beauty we should all be doing” “cannot identify”/ hiw a huan says itm, whst words they choose, whst subjects they set upon, whst they appesr to look like, fiddling with bidy lasngusge, w3iord, vocabuklsry, matter, edge of universe “WHO AWHOA Whia oksy there! …”

Lead me in no don’rt toyu creepweird idemtfy not of this world pieces

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Get whole picture

Jittery 90,000 psges, work on, thresd, weave

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To have any .. dumb brave structure, crazy insane bargain basement alien standard smelly crack woman man of here

Offer me something

As we melt into usual meeting of bodies words people in skin bones, carry around great million mile mystery in us that we can’t access

Any form, gently put aside life as it usually is, enter the other form

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“Tell me!  Please, tell me all this !  I wonly freak out, slap you!”