love is scarce and abundant at the same time and also very momentary , one of many reasons why we benefit from non chronological time. time left stamps/ bite marks upon my soul , time gave me a bundle of brief impressions manifesting in smell, feel of skin or bark , sunlight carving its way through my lashes stubbornly, such things . I’m writing, I’ll never stop . My spam is like a EKG wave, you can tune in or out, I won’t stop weaving, spinning stories. Like infinities of different volumes my soul will get bigger, it goes like this: I meet you (unspecified), I take your ( ms picture, smell, sound, shared memory) we change and grow apart, I eat you, take root in you, expand around you, inside and outside are the same thing like space time, I’m thinking and being, in comparison to everything a minor note, but so stubbornly and thorough , like there was a goal, like I could invite people into my cave of memory, emotion and sense making.
> this as p2p/ bot/ mesh network
