En spinnhusklockare, med jordgubbspärlor i svalget, bar i sina händer principer och dubbelfärdiga koncept.
De brusar där innan de dras ut och manipuleras—töjs och färgas—
tills de blir ert kasthårda,
resonanta språk för fotfolkens envisa resonemang.
Relapses,
Relapses, 
Relapses,
and relapses.
From the peaks of false 
pattern recognition.
Why are you always 
so extreme?
The deer technique:
keys around your neck,
egg timer set,
walk when it rings,
come back when it’s dark—
silence now, snow falling slow,
whitening the rotten branches.
deer technique
She marked all the
days black expect the 
days when the cat 
needs to be fed.
Open street dialogue by Nellie Heinrichs
b&w - under the golden blanketitem
I miss the smell of pine
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