jerking on a dotted line.

 

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there is a single person escalator resembling a taste of Escher. unmoving. as i walk up.

there is a bass player. and i’m a pillar. he’s moving. — – – jerking on a dotted line.

[not ‘nother musician with a Ukulele.]

i want my imagination. to be captured.
i want my heart. to beat against you.
’til i’m dead inside.