bot the steps up we all, get there a little note from a friend

walk special delivery send small cardboard has acrylic paint material old shirt too small cut to pieces made doll to friend I can't talk to

ever we agree notes in the package too good friends get along all the time talk had just worn out

no war, just tired of world, sane, other dimension, send me what you work on a long time
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let me hold it
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year go on in a pair of pants odd asymmetrical sculpture lame cheap you I love you

a different sort of take/ take time, hum, hours no direct talk to me make feel of each little splotch of paint something different

I won't be scared
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I need real person off the dock spaceman grocery store ever allowed in walk around see what you eat, think truly odd, never thought of - let me see you underneath all the layers
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let's talk of it

it's okay
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ever encouraged
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world

it's very hard if we live in kind of a secluded dimension, to see anything else, speak on it, "exit"/ safe, or troubled, don't know what's going on, asked

oh do you really find the mysterious things, universities, telescopes, highly learned

it is a bit odd

"just speak to me"

the human mind can't handle speak of odd fences leap over climb out of the dimension

be on other side, look through, come back - literally, for our poor old secluded dimension

take it seriously

we just oh are different shapes than we are in writing and talking

ever a little leeway, not art so much, as at the difficulty of talking

it's hard a different shape, slow down, to see the shape

does mental illness talk in riddles or does the future talk in riddles, or your inside, I really need, we all need, on earth, now

it's a hard thing

we don't want to push that

look at drawing "oh I see" weirdness you can't be included go home to mental hospital society homes by side of road homes on city street talk within my body walking so much jingle I want to say weird assortment like that just there
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happy

bright

all of us with just equipment a stir me up storage book of suggested meals communication where I never found or suggestions, to take flight from then - us our words
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ever meditation don't want to do no stinking meditation I hate my inside I'm glad I never met it
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"oops!"
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the blue sky cackle with words falling know a word pile woodpile cabin warm inside warm meditation person or mentally ill or hybrid, no fail at insult gingerly describe oh lace up new world running shoes mind exercise plebiscite vote .. ever we get a few pioneer past papers tuck in click in off boxes drawn clumsy mind hide survey of this, our future, as minds

coming media collapse I don't want to see you as that anymore

photo I look into your eyes age youth where do I belong along sliding scale ruler metal edge piece of jewelry perched on it clamps adjusts

I want something else, then, again, a maturation of view

words, from a book, a special book, lives, hovers

we like the way people talk, they talk okay .. oh a little screen near them, whip it out, like a world designed, of seems to fit, finger follow it, film your finger, oh media back from media of just talking

I can say something extra

people talk alright, unused to "an inside" ever debate or talk softly does anyone have an inside - a screen near you, a board on the other side, with a drawing on it, film finger follow along drawing, screen of words, voice from behind camera - have time - it all fits - you - extra media - that never was here

ever upset, see the meaning of this, but be upset, about all of it

person not here

yet

the human is not really at them, long trails, stone walkways, walk slow, to them, themselves

to get there, to be present

from where?

we look impromptu just left there "say something like that" ever touch, what we can't quite get - to be present, in our face, body, operating in certain circumstances why on earth, as what.  ah, we do good enough.  leave it alone, eric.

we live as what form of ourselves as best we can./ shower, go to the bathroom, be alive, eat, sleep, never show up - more - what more - to this framework, live good enough - ah

leave it alone vague poetry beyond poetry speak so odd I'd kick you out or I'd let you stay

you ever handle this

to say this/ any words claptrap form to shake house roof of mind say just a little I can't abide by you be your friend vague fog citizen of earth that's enough mete out a hint never solidify what freak to be figure out a way to live get past what a human appears to be, live steady, something else, our hours of mind go to work in appear lightly in human body mean a lot not really our face hiding it all, getting on with it, or body just doing things, never appear the who whole portal I rest of it behind it, use you, politely come through us, not scorned science-fiction be one shape me part of me true

ever feel powerfully indistinct not part of earth

walk along as what contemplated time fast look in another's face

ever a street, meet someone far away me of brush tickle okay and twigs and make way through strung beads, well-put-together

sit in a shop, chairs, sit indivisible visible people of paint on wall one colour no

no one lives on in there

we make digital one draw

ever complex drawing on a board balanced by her side she hands you a business card like that

time stops she has a grey screen by her she takes word prompts from, you do too, a common story legible for streets of grey and glum

ever no hire book, it walks free can survive find 10 years lay off free to wisdom produce