We, big-brained humans, distill the sensual into semiotics.
But cracked open, cracked up, stopped at the stop sign,
I’m made aware of the prickly hairs growing out of my skin,
of the virulent grass pushing through the cement.
It's semantics really; are we expanding inwards or outwards?
But cracked open, cracked up, stopped at the stop sign,
I’m made aware of the prickly hairs growing out of my skin,
of the virulent grass pushing through the cement.
It's semantics really; are we expanding inwards or outwards?
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