Tuesday, March 10, 2015

UNDERNEATH EVERYTHING ELSE

Underneath everything else, underneath my hair and skull and brains and neck and oesophagus and ribcage and intestines and knees and feet and shoes and the carpet and the concrete and the dirt and the dinosaur blood and the molten lava and the chinamen and the blank space and the stars and the planets and the black holes and the other universes, there is a steady beating pulse that I can feel always.

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