aloha,forever.

Poor,beige me. The pattern I always crave is to crave a pattern. I will never be that person, although there is still time?? Sometimes it's not so simple. I walk through the tunnel and there he is, that crazy black man with the potion. He doesnt care that my entire neck and chest are covered in oozing rashes. He knows what the government has been up to. There are cracks in everything spilling in light of course BUT darkness is more thread like, unwinding,uncoiling,unresponsive. I thought I was unclear but the true true true ultimate beauty is that I float above the clear, I help myself to the feast of layers.