don't want to say much, augmented by a book, new always no new thing, not allowed, can't place, just by social mores

asking for words, on grey screen, do we carry a suitable "touch them" by our side, extending from our side, a screen, a holding space "our brain" "what it was" what is accepting help, or can't in our privates, the thinking, no one know, to suggest it there, raw, can't see, what a divide

film our finger near words

voice from behind camera .. oh .. wait media .. wait a few minutes .. for me .. a me ..

a symbol, on a necklace, left on ground, a paper, coated in resin .. oh, keep, swing from neck - no, to be too obvious .. in things stretch on, can do nothing

do you have grey screen, a framed photo of purple grey flowers, for face, and a sculpture, you keep by your side, for body, and drawings on a board on your lap, for body .. can you ever, in your words, come up with the truth .. send me media .. be back from life, just in house .. in words you create this way

a guide book, you peruse, with finger, build this mind we don't have

a database, a wait-media-base-not-started .. we all feel .. take small parts .. give existence for

scribbles "see my body" we each want "hear me say some words" we each want

expert - can only do this back in our house - back in our house
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hope meditators hear, back in their house too .. meditators create further, as we create further - furthering book - not so easy - furthering us - expert, clever, kind, nice - not so easy - each of us - keeping to ourselves