word salad 9/3/25

 when simple simplicity lacks specificity complex rigidity fails to contain it

if i spit in a cup then the cup’s full of stuff which eventually should be poured out and drain-ed

i was born as an animal, weaned off of flammable milk from the breast of a fiery dragon

though the dragon’s invincible, strictly on principle, i’m still convinced i might fall off the wagon 

i know i’ll still grow if i will it to happen; i think hard enough to do lots in a day, but sat in the seat of this life i’m not strapped in — now might be the time to be learning to pray

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