Mars is in retrograde so I am eating it and there’s no more left for you. Apparently communication breaks down when this happens. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of the cosmos.
So I thought I would be a bit more experimental in my blog today.
This is what a writer looks like who is writing and has nothing to say, we all do these things day to day. Talk talk talk and there’s nothing to talk about, or what needs to be said will never be uttered. A collection of words beaded for traders cast aside for a statement about safety. Slipping candied ginger on the tongue over and over. Repetitive, I can’t avoid using the letter a. Patterns of symbols clatter to the floor, and in the end all we can do is sleep.