yellowarrior

What am I to do with all these llama badges?!? I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!!! LLAMA GODS, WHY DOST THOU BESTOW YOUR BADGES UPON MEEEEEEEEEEEE?!?!?

“The story of the bird is a girl in a devout grief against a sea that eddies because its memory of the sky is at once collective and dissipating as it becomes sky again. The plan was simple: fathom both grief and sea with stones displacing each the way a wing does the wind. Underground disorients us from above which explains why we’ve forgotten so much of heaven. A subway car sounds like you searching the silverware for a tablespoon, while tunnels turn the windows of the train to mirrors because the opaque, in its refusing of the light, affords us reflection. They say in certain shells you still hear the sea. What urgency is there s

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