Sticker Anxiety.
Permitted radiance and yet
I still feel embarrassed
By the sticker elixir
Of vinyl demographic wrapped up
In shining package and I put you away in
Chests, trunks, and pencil boxes. The locked spiked one even
And even then I hid them in the shit out .25 cent and circle design up top
I’d smush sticky notes into.
Use em like hoards and shuffle with good shepherd speeds on movie day
And watch as I’d ticker with school wifi
Grinding for some other kid
That left the farm and missed the natural world.
We cut mountains, we grew crops.
We saw the wildlife in exact and the dragonflies
Forever bonded. And the giant
Albino Closet Moth grew to 6 feet in wing size and its babies visit me everyday.
The bug of El Dorado started in Egypt and was swept up in those Red-rocky-river blues.
I found that somewhere else too.
Not in pride, or a sanctum of agreement.
Obligations proved meaningless.
Spontaneous errands in everyone’s own exact and style to get by in life.
Dirty ravanger and we all got different boundaries as to how to hit a lick and how to put the spit up for the new fencing.
Patchwork topography and some origins we hang on too dismally until it’s casked in resin and people think the natural, synthesized looking version is better.
When we’re all just emulating, musing, and theorizing on Origin.
It’s always the sequel that’s my favorite. The ending never surmises that a divide is over.
Sometimes the sequel is just an arc.
Sometimes time passes and a mediocre universe evolves that many people find Unity and Understanding in.
Sentimentalities aren’t for the weak. It’s for those who need a sense of home to seek refuge instead of retire in shelter.
Comfortability is a spare moment that is always tiresome and worked towards.
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