Meringue ankles.

I asked it to embalm the sun and all of our laws.


Chiffon digits.

I asked it to feed the starving constellations shivering in celestial gutters.


Clouding senses.

I asked to drink as well, to drown and hallucinate.


Improper science:

I asked for it to manifest.


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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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