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You’re like a note, but

one that goes on into other people.  it can

bounce into the present or into

the past.  I know it primarily as

a time-traveling endeavor.  you have known yourself as

a castle, as a roman

monument, or a tribute to all

the workers who have died.  all the men who took their own life were imagining you

before they did it, before they

passed into redeeming acres.


“When you paint a

smile on my face, it

becomes more knowledgable about

the weather and the

sea changes, about the way to make

adults laugh.  break my nose, if you can’t

stand the smell.”