Live buoyant heartbeat noise jam supports a split screen birth ritual. The gloves are on in the mirror maze where pulsing orbs lost from the ball room must be dodged or handled like rattlesnake eggs. Once you take those prophylactic gloves off then once you handle those eggs, they’re yours - heart and soul take responsibility. Do you want to put pressure on the wound, plug stop its flow? It’s your blood that’s painting the air, shaping the surface, traveling along invisible rivulets of a cartographical tangle. What will it be? Deadbeat Dodge or Reliable Reproductionist?
Since there are no laws to any of this, take on what’s there. It is not incorrect to observe that everything’s a miracle. Or, something like, “Only a life lived for others is worth living.” (Einstein)
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