Tuesday, July 1, 2014

inner eye black as blood under a vein traveling in finite light before closure. When the blue and yellow come to collect on day, there's an immense pressure, a relief of distinction, of things to do.












on Twitter

, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before.

My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute

because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.

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