Dancing newspapers.
People who move like ants.
“The child confronts the world with wondering eyes. He is always drunk.”
Sassy skeleton.
“The human soul is a harmony.”
Malleable spines leave little for the insides.
Painted lips the color of sunset.
Look at me with eyes like cushions.
Drink me up and swallow me down.
Organs act as wrenches, twisting the insides.
Take me in facets.
Living with robots that have more personality than your friends.
Rainwater saturates the world in color.
Like a teenager, with living room eyes.
Seeing the world through inverse vision.
Blood rushes to the brain.
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