Hello

My Other Self. Broke. I have no currency to pay. I have some to say.

Blend. Extend the freckle of the paint. Mine make it believable and Enjoy the lure of the white whine.

Dry, I prefer it, the bleach which whitens my esoteric skin of blush. Brush the hairs of your tenticles.

Breathe then out towards the outwards of the Forward despite these pities you once felt. Abstract.

Do not become what he wants, rather make it his waning become lost in the want.

foreclosure feeble trick of mind to be unfaithful to. To the operation of the union.

whereby, and yesterday became wilder than you had imagined.

It is okay. Tell your Other self that. and the other one can say I do not know.

But. But what does the but butt in.

Bad word. Do not use that in poetry do not use that in poetry.

Make it sound, the operative word being Poeisis.

I smile, I laugh, I am happy.