Now that I don't suppose those who caused this shutdown care any more, will I resume freedom of speech (and piss) once more? This compressed springs business, after four years, rather now resembles tentacles and roots breaking out, grabbing hold of air and earth and dear mother nutrition by teeth and nails and wispy flowy strangling hair. Not to suck her dry but to simply gain foothold and self relevancy; not to topple her tower but simply to...outreach? Further support? Composite, compost. Clay, dirt.
There is this feeling that screams
contradiction and
OBJECTION and HOLD IT and TAKE THAT (thank you Phoenix very much) that leaves me "wanting"/ "lacking"/ "full of void" instead of the, perhaps more logical, "full of shit" and "ready to spring, burst". For more of what, I don't even know. It's not a desire of any kind.
All I know is that I missed, and miss now still. I'm hesitant to draw the period over volume 2.
There is this feeling that screams contradiction and OBJECTION and HOLD IT and TAKE THAT (thank you Phoenix very much) that leaves me "wanting"/ "lacking"/ "full of void" instead of the, perhaps more logical, "full of shit" and "ready to spring, burst". For more of what, I don't even know. It's not a desire of any kind.
All I know is that I missed, and miss now still. I'm hesitant to draw the period over volume 2.
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