As if the letters of my sentences were bananas, peanut butter and ice cream, I throw them all into a high speed blender and watch as they twist and flip and somersault into a thick silence.
Articulation: can I put that on my wedding registry?
I am the pulse in the air the vibration of sound of wind of movement I am wild I am the wild I am God's good harvest my body is gorg...
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