: naturalists

You don't wear a lot of makeup and it feels good. Me days, you days, not quite summer days but simmered air, winded hair and worries on the down fall, eyes on the ball. I heard a pigeon squeal today. I didn't know they could speak that way, I thought they left communication to the dogs. When it pecked near my feet it was I, oh squealy one. Good thing I was wearing my helmet otherwise... What? Otherwise no otherwise. You were wise. Good on you.

: baggage

There is nothing new. All new stories have been old and told. This spotlight is only crafted from glints in other peoples' eyes. What an amalgamation of misinterpreted glances and close-bodied dances, on and on. A dialogue ensues, lines are tossed out into tepid waters and You! You are the cannonball! You shit-starter! You perfect illusion... Well, I created You. So, what does that make me?