? Experimental as a whole but viable

btw. if you even care btw. btw

Hope is a choice. Hunger is a gift. Then, oh then, as hunger chooses its hopes the Earth is different. The world ends on Sunday, no matter what you believe in. It restarts on Monday. The lines on my hand wrap around a thin, slick rope that held together my life and yours and years ago when it was tied to our wrists. I could pray for the first time again, go back to the nest and learn it all again, sick and tired all over. I could pray, but a baby bird probably does not have the time either. Even a sick bird sings out, out and towards the sun, and its little wings as well reaching. I have always wanted to be a big cat, maybe so I could show a sick bird danger is not always painful. Getting better is just like riding a bike, walking, learning to fly.

(anon submission)

best get to steppin

this will always be so cool

We need to talk more about that