DeathMouseApple@nospace.com DeathMouseApple

Where does the sidewalk end?

Where does the sidewalk end?

I can do it.

Outside the boundaries of context. Truth needs to be without context. Truth cannot defy itself.

Working to build my natural voice into things. White rabbits of yellow green & silk.

All the work I have to do. To get something done. And whatever is done? Is anything ever truly over?