You know it was probably just a turd in the beginning. I am currently reading Nature’s economy by Donald Worster… I’m using the speak into app because it’s annoying to type on my phone. I believe everybody should read it too. The book…. Man. The following is a form, as an american surrealist I call it the desolationist haiku……. A real form of haiku in fact that Jack Kerouac used in desolation angels a text book for this course. when he was drunk and didn’t want go to the next line so he went just space. Space. Space. And called it fresh.
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