TPO 3.0 INTERSTELLAR GIBBERISH 42.0
The outline of a desert planet on the brink of destruction; plants like breeze unable to build chains inside the soil — no anchor for the taproot to deploy to. A blurry distant sky of blue witch hazel and a clearance of…
I’m tryna be smart
, know what I’m saying? That’s why I went to college, or at least, tell myself so sometimes while rationalizing my existence within the tapestry, my part within it — a thread, existing woven into the fabric. This is a great comfort to a great many people. You know why.