Non e-

Posted on by anna christ

Kept falling off the sky for about an hour
Then silence
The basket ball player next to me was sleepy
We kept falling
There was no meaning in the darkness
Then the light burned everything
We kept sleeping in fact
As the previous day had disappeared there was no proof of our existence anywhere
Kept falling
The spacecraft was on automatic
People talking
Nothing made sense and the senses numb
Is making art subversive sexuality?

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...