A paradise of calm and inattentive water, overlain in mountains of far away trees and mindless flying birds. That so much plain nothingness is so sought-after in far reaches of the world attests to some innate nature to squeltch civilization. A resort, where I’m staying, is a petri dish of cultural habits, against nature.
It seems to say: this shape, this color, and these mannerisms are lord over this land, and what can you do about it? I yearn for cheesiness, the fortitude of innocence, the shaggy brow; wrinkles. Text by S. Lorenzo
With my entire grammatical future unwritten, I set down these ambitions: We should progress like this: giving the “up yours” to loudly beeping trucks. Text by S. Lorenzo

Her old gold sweater’s sleeves were rolled up above her elbows, with another of gray denim tied around her waist, with blue pants and black sneakers. Text by S. Lorenzo
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