¡EXÏT TH3 HĪ∆TŪS! [S3.5 EP 21]

Blind the sun, de run Everybody was wearingbrand new t-shirts, so I knew that something i did or said had made some difference in the outcome of everything I was seeing, spinning in a controlled fall, knowing everything good that was set to become was the overall outcome— I went falling backwards with my arms out and my legs crossed, like I was set to fall stories below onto barbed wire like the sacrificial something I thought I was—no less a martyr or a saint for any other in the sake of art, but still a mother to the humanity I had grown and yet also forsaken in its aging wisdom in abandonment, mistaking a job thought to be done to completion in the notion of nurture and wonder—only to learn that in a general and now become societal sense, the true work of mother is never done and only becomes more sternly of her in the process of growth through being in body, and to embody all that which she is not to submit to the whole of her. The Shepard and the shadow; To masquerade as one another, To become as someone never understood, Or giving lectures, intermittent in wisdom, Give with intention Live as the invention, missed Faux dues ex machina The Shepard and the shadow; To masquerade as one another, To become as someone never understood, Or giving lectures, intermittent in wisdom, Give with intention Live as the invention, missed Faux dues ex machina