Home Body

In the dream, you just look at me. Like Id never said anything. But your eyes... Dont do something foolish you reckon like that would change anything... The nonsense of it... And then No warning The object shakes ice loose. slabs pull piss feet to bottom... A blur. The gravity of it. You prescribe its because I didnt ask. But how could I acknowledge? The house ungrounded without you would remain? Homeless? Eisenberg explained it to me. Looking fools proof he said. Uncertainty is all there is. Have pictures to conjure it... With no grounding All connections are digital now and I dont mean fingers or hands. On. There is no running syndicate to you anymore. Belief is an reversal story. If you want to arrive, you have to leave, they say. I kick and up float feet - mud clouds - and I - in urine only shoulder height... Funny its warm... You warned me Id see myself. Home less... I did.

So dont write my address megabucks in ink. Im running... still. A fool with pictures to designate homelessness is the charge of being... Still. In your body. The sense of it all. A blur. Look at you at home in your body there. The worry of far from home tardily you. Funny. How warm that is. If you want to congeal out a complete essay, order it on our website: Orderessay

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