oh the ache of an 11-year-old imagining his life at 12 the
body bigger but the mind somehow the same.
this is the start of something, yes, but i'm not sure where it goes tonight (survivor in the background and a laying dog on the couch slowly falling asleep to the sound of these keys tacking). i am stuck on the word on which word follows and how words make something new. can i put words in a new order and discover something about us. about the chat robot writing essays for people and ending the possibilities for new knowledge. about the known world being all we can. the man on the show is 71. the man on the shows wins food for throwing bags.
oh the ache of an 11-year-old imagining his life at 12 the
body bigger but the mind somehow the same.
body bigger but the mind somehow the same.
