something juicy
2026-08-18
need a sustained mind to write
i'm way more different than i've ever been
so only way things worked, doesn't work right now
blow of the wind, celestial dance
i'm what life blooms, tomato sapling small as fuck,
then gets big and tall and heavy,
then green tomatoes form,
then they get bigger and turn red
all to be ate and enjoyed
i no longer am fucking universe,
with each of, in the jaw of
something much much much bigger than i ever anticipated
devours me and my juices, the way i grew that big, fills from his mouth and droplet to be planets
i used to think i tasted the forbidden fruit,
today i am it.
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