Looks like someone has to rush ghosts back to existence for an indexed
appearance. You’re tentative in light of their approaches to portraiture.
What did they earn? How far back do you want to trace? What’s your relationship
to status? Don’t hurt your finger. Everything is glorious when you graduate.
Globes in the study should look palmed like basketballs. Close your eyes
and coordinate a sponsorship. There are several counties for this.
Everything resorts to opportunities for a photograph. So delay yourself
in some lounge to hide your eyes in vintage while you yearn for a squeeze,
or an interruption; decide that corn syrup is the way to go for a quick embodied fizz.
You remember the taste after triumph. You bit into it. Your crush is here. Smile.
Doesn’t it make you want to perch for a minor figure? What’s that shade sticking
to your teeth? It’s not surprising in the pits. You can’t be numbered. You’ll last.