hear the singing from mine

me: if you're into it, here the box into which we step

, step into it.

2:02 AM endless

but putting a frame around it

Samuel: a pagebox frame

me: yeah

2:03 AM Samuel: haircuts are over

me: are you affirmative?

2:04 AM Samuel: that is an m.o.

, attempted

me: so when i stay up late i often start night-time awake dreaming

2:05 AM this is imagining super hero things i can do

i can jump really high

i can evolve spontaneous

2:06 AM this is a box someone drew around you—can you step out of it?

Samuel: i can eat 15 eggs

once i ate an egg in one bite

me: a whole soul

Samuel: i felt a surge of vitality

it was almost too much

a little fried life

me: more than sawing off a pig's leg?

Samuel: shrimp don't do the same

2:07 AM it was the nascence

me: here is the box where the people drown the shrimp in chinese rice wine and eat them alive

Samuel: here is the frame around the live fried fish

(you know it's fresh)

2:10 AM me: here is the port in the subwoofer where the mouse lives during wintertime; here are his peanutbutter spoons

2:12 AM here is the box where i save my fallen sheddings

here is the hole in my throat where the stones collect

2:13 AM Samuel: the edge of the page delineates spontaneity. here is the part where the orange flesh cleaves itself from itself

here is the mine where, collecting stones, slips, falls, and drowns

darling clemontyne

2:15 AM me: hear the singing from mine