the wound has seven dimensions: i) free
of the lacerated
idiot, the soul transmutes pain ii) there are
limits to what
heaven can save iii) leave god’s children in
sewers, they will
repair iv) assimilation in bloodstream is
smalltalk v) we
never know the depth of wound until it is
midday vi) to sub
mit is to circumvent vii) there are only six
dimensions
Wish the last line was “there is only six dimensions “ A way to pile on the contradictions? Not sure why. Lots to love in this one
🙂 Thanks. And speaking of contradictions, the only rules to be taken seriously in play are those that we make as we go along…