Creation from destruction and other space dust that you like to blow in my ears e v e r y s o o f t e n .
Sometimes things are just supposed to be jagged and disconnected like a broken windshield galaxy sparklin with brain fluid smeared, car accident style. Did anyone ever ask to become roadkill? And the roadkill said, I miss being a passenger. It fucking hurts to become.
Have you every cried over spilled milk and then stepped on the shard of glass that mother forgot to sweep up with bare feet eventhough she said, “put your slippers on!”? And the blood drips from your this little piggy goes to market but your baby toe is fine but it still went crying all the way home.
And Mothergoose was a sexist because some little boys are made from sugar and spice and everything nice. And if you’ve ever met a boy who is made of puppy dog tails, you should probably contact animal services, even if he has stars in his eyes. So you listen to Mary Poppins, instead. But you’re still waiting for your chimney sweep.
Connect the dots.
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