simolinic

Pens capped and clickable. Lonesome 28-man combat. Choosing the world (a way through). Pithy observations about the church. Mario. Mario. Mario. 4&onehalf inch rods. Stars of various shape. Humming along vicious. Beration. Endurance. Smooth (come) sail(ing) (a)way w(it)h me. dJr & the bubbles popping. That dog is going to make me crazy. Every job is four people’s jobs. The authorial voice. Felicitations. Noisy. Noisy. Noisy. They hired me for. And then they. So what (do I)? Family fuses. Illicit visitor. Don’t drag. Pinchery. Orange beverage. Not a moment to(o) (self) soon (same) sickly (slippage) silken (strang-yo-lation). Nice to converse with another Voice. Be my, buh buh be my, buh buh be my Voice in time.

And there it is. Voices. Absence both of silence and personal Voice. Fragmentarantellas from character to character, and I’m characters, yeah. Sure. Sure thing. Is that one of them fancy headsets, or a time-shifter machine? Where were you in all that? Drifting farther way way way. Remaining calm is its own stress. Rolling off my back and I’m a beluga.

Flung deeply forestwise. Saurs and diners challenging me to stump-held chess. These colors are comforting but isn’t there something…? We should…?

Progress: UNKNOWN