12:55 p.m. - 2011-11-22
the confines of relative invention.
and the processing of unintentional meat, meal, and grain. nourishing you the way you nurture it. all and all the same. the sum of the parts and the make of the man. the lathe that rubs the body into form. something quite like this, permanent, maybe for now. until you see the day.. really see it and seize it in its quiet inferno. awaken to its rumble. recklessness not or something self abandoned. in discovering. the humble you.
