I woke up the clock this morning. Perchance you know what I mean. Perchance you don’t. And perchance it doesn’t matter…

I’m so potpied with bubblessence, and all the atoms connecting us, and how I’ve decided to feel entitled! So perchance a puffin won’t be freefalling into my paws anytime soon, but should that swipe from my present moment? And perchance the mass media is dissajointing, but my own universe remains honest and lovelysome!

I know where beauty lives. I always thought it was someone I once met on a hill, but now I realize it’s always lurked inside me…