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Ran into my favorite toolbox in the quietest loud city I know. Watched the people pull on doors where the lights were off and the ropes were crossed. They looked shocked to see the notes on doors as they crossed in front of more and more construction workers.

Had my tea in my hands married with black pens. The cup was a canvas and when
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Webs weaving into memories of paint and crows. All the times in my life seem to know mixing of the paints in muscle memory like when I would make cookies with my mom as a kid. It lives in my mind in a third person ways. I see this little big-haired curly kid sitting on a tiny chair in a sky blue kitchen mixing chocolate
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the love and pain

the bulbs are the hearts of the eyes...they see in and past me.

Looking in this empty pickle jar full of watercolor water I see the ideas of brilliant literary minds. All the great works of Kurt Vonnegut live in the clouds swirling in a water. I hear it like it were books on tape. Makes me ponder the last time I read Slaughter House 5? The weird language and the old man humor aging me in my
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