All the membranes broke out of him, let him write like that, said this. There’s times it makes no sense to make sense of things, just stop thinking and let it be.
I made more space inside myself with a pen: you don’t know what it looks like until you open it. There may be nothing there. Howl until it echoes, until you can hear your own voice in the dark.
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Bill Pearse 
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