Spring lasts but a week; resolution, as well, lasts one week. One crop at least shows promise, demonstrates true mettle during that busy week, feeding others to act off its attitude, to get busy taking pictures, rubbing against diving loons and sucking out the phone marrow, even as the phone, as well as a financial advisor’s long tie, mettles, or do I mean melted?
Remix is a hard sell; a compilation of remix after remix after remix, a harder sell. But Spring lasts but a week, so there must be urgency and action, even if that means skipping sentences, overlapping, reactive repetition, déjà vu. One week to capture every angle. One week later, the flower dies: its memory handles the brown and carcinogen. In the garden, no one is trying to sell a thing, no matter the season. Everything is moving in a hurried manner for entirely different reasons.
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