The cloud scarred sky hangs over me, listening better than a diary. My pinkest purpose cannot be described in a LinkedIn post, but here it goes. Current position includes inverse star gazing and full frontal nudity. Lots and lots of kisses and laundry in an atmosphere pink with love. I come to add a touch of the sublime to the borderline profaned world of cannibalistic culture. Surreal dr office pamphlets tell me to combat depression with all the guns and ammo I have. The enemy lives in my skull, digging tunnels to my heart, making me shrink and whither. I fear I will lose my position, so I get on my knees and pray. Posture is a language between us and other sentients. What do you believe about yourself? About the God burning like a star before you, awe cloaking the scene like a light?
Miniature Moon 