i'm standing against this washing machine. breathing. ready to take up writing space in this laundromat. breathing. taking up all the space until i am the space. everything fits in my orbit, tailored to my dimensions write in all the places. so people can see you and know that they can write anywhere and should write everywhere be tough as fuck. black nail polish, black tattoos, floral print dress, uptowns. be fat. be all ass and no tits. be unknown. be a threat. be the center of the earth write all the dreams down so the five kids running around you are covered in possibility writing here at this laundromat on the corner of utica ave and prospect place gave the awful body and presentation feels a place to move around, wear themselves out. they might just stay down for awhile writing right now connects us to that magic that feels so far away cuz it's been weeks since i wrote, so how could i find you anyway? prophetsgeeksloverbois pull out that hot pink pen w the hot pink ink and cast yr fucking spells this laundromat needs some espiritus