A whirlwind that stands still and shines like the moon in false reflection of the sun. I love crayons and smooth air and the way the ink looks pressed into neat lines of a page. Caged by conformity, escaping in divine rhythm. Chaos is just as lovely as order, and anything less than forty-percent is child’s play.

Classified and labeled into clean columns of failure.

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Seventeen, Colorado.
Sexuality questionable.
Taken

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Comprised of 10% salami, 90% bullshit.
Tumble dry low.