where the writers are
babyhood

my eyes arrre closed and sometimes they'rrre open

but not tooo seee you peekaboo nonono

i'm drrrreaming of somethings  burrried deeep in ourrrr collective

unconsciousnessssessses

i'm drrreaming

watch me twitch and squirrrm frrrown and smile

then worrrk my mouth my lips the tip of my tongue

i'm with the otherrrs now

dirrrect link to the otherrr side

caution: baby at worrrk