Lead Paint #028.4.M.08

Calculator. And the one who is.
Clarity can be nauseating.
The sunbeams break right through you.
Manipulation of friend and foe and child, so shamelessly. So naturally.
But. It is seen.
These letters push right through paper just as your nature betrays you.

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Cataract glow between two points. A bridge in the gaps. Hot honey afternoons slide through. Incompetence is the flow of traffic. The days of city streets. The night time catches the light bulb. Inside. Tick tick. It goes and it goes and it goes. And we stand, nevertheless. We still stand. It drags and passes in a flash of instantaneous melancholy drool. The dog pants in the corner. And he will not stop. He simply does not want to. His never ending heave. Her never ending hoe. The panting in the corner. A lifetime away. Yet it lies in the wheelchair future of white halls and antiseptic nothingness. Breathebreathebreathe. But not paper bag fast. Thats too much progress all in one gulp. The pretty lace wears thin. It drapes much more than it used to. The tactile is not as brightly crisp as it once seemed. The aroma disappoints to an uncomfortable degree. The oath it was sworn. The enormous oak as witness. The black dirt heard the words.