Never have I so desired to be clean.
In my head, I can visual a temple. A place where I can be clean, where I have prepared to be clean.
My thoughts are a jumble. Clarity is a place.
I want a beautiful place that distracts me only in itself. It is almost all self-referencing. When I leave, life automatically references back to this place, and thus also the clarity that we cultivated there.
I love dirt. I love working and getting dirty. Work, as dirt, as soap and cleanliness have more meaning when they can be washed away.
I love spectrums, and levels. Options.
Clean, well prepared sex, and dirty necessary sex.
My thoughts are jumbled, Living in the present does not always prepare one for writing thoughts === because the present is all about responsiveness---
and long thoughts are supposed to be more immobile.
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Word, Thomas. I like to build nests too. It makes going out into the chaotic world a lot easier.
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