A flicker in my toe. The obnoxiousness of writing the seethrough sheer. The obnoxiousness of writing, the impulsiveness. The retardedness. Someone has to be you and you are IT. Someone has to name the fashionable names. Someone has to translate. Someone has to have the skills. Someone has to be unresponsive. Someone has to serve the lunch, someone has to struggle in the office with a flicker in their left third toe and a stabbing pricker in their pinky and that one is me.
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Honors. No one knows. Sheer beauty of the uneditable. Sheer beauty of the secret. Sheer mudra, sheer blankets, shearling. The objection, the object model, the white suit.
I see a large format, almost transparent page, light tint of color (apricot, violet, pink, green) with a long private free write on it. Who cares if it’s inappropriate?
It’s transparent, colorless, isn’t it.
It’s styleless. It’s a mess. It’s a loss.