Aliyah Newman

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Reasons told me to try and wait 6 minutes longer than usual. Reasons
tried to push and I pushed back and my hands were not covered in glue.
My hands were covered in tape but the kind when you lick I dissolve.
When you lick I dissolve!

Response requested. Love tinkletown. Tinkled for a winkle and i thrusted
in frustration. I never filmed when they said not to. Not everyone is like
us. I read it through walls. And on a Flip Camera.

One person I won’t respond to with my whole heart and just with a
careful sector. I won’t be so scared when I tell you that truth because I
trust the painful pearl in my throat more than the hoarse whisper in my
head (once a year it is loudest when I first wake up in a room I didn’t
choose, don’t be scared when I admit any truths since we have made it
this far). Anyways I said I didn’t recognize her which was so true, one
has died with prayer hands, one has died with a hip shake, one has died
in pursed lips, but unexpectedly the new birth is just as painful as she
remembered. Much Longer Though.

I need you this Sunday for witness and witness. I need you this Sunday
for contortion. I need you this Sunday for your unused pencils and
extra-trained eye. This Sunday is a practice. This Sunday labor is not
free but it is traded upon. I hope this Sunday we can find a stranger
breast.

I hope this Sunday I can sleep. I hope what wakes me up does not wake
my neighbors up, you should see me curl my back around my coffee
grinder to mute the Roar. You should see my brain under bright lights so
you can please pick out the bugs.

Kiss our baby selves.
Rock n Roll.