You see ghosts around corners because you are dying
You smell woodsmoke through open doors because you are dying
Drama, drama, drama
Parabolic flight, radio waves, huge dishes of Indian cuisine
Patience is always cut thinnest around a bend
A curtain is happiest when hangs to the floor
Fabrics puddle or cinch
Circulation is compromised or cut off all together
The world explores strange shades of pink and purple and blue and none of them are good news
There are bad ideas
There are bad people
There are unfortunate situations and being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Prepare, prepare, prepare
And then let go
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