oct232013

i couldn’t hear the grumbling ground. wayfaring speculation walking as effective sound.

the presumptuous colors pretending to blind. a vacant blue. inherently behind. the grayest of black.

unpure.

So I forced my way through.

 

 

 

// i’m so tired of pretending. or assuming. whichever one holds the weight/ground.

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