Think like water. Which is to say not think. Anti-Think. Like flow like froth like like like… Think like running just to run to get there fast but not caring where “there” is because there isn’t here even though the word is based on and encompasses. There is a new here and if you need to be anywhere but here, you may as well be dead. Noise-ing just to fill the silence—innate ripp(l)ing out of. Is a river ever a river ever the same one you stepped in two weeks from Tuesday? Can’t recall, but I guess it wouldn’t matter. My limbic system is in limbo—hence the name I guess. Think like transparent. Like open. Like if I ever see you again I wouldn’t see wouldn’t even be the same river as when you stepped into me two weeks from Tuesday.
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