We’re all mutts.
We’re all inbred little phinxs’ that collect from here, take a little from there, and slide some of sucha such onto our plates from that other plate.
We’re all a portfolio.
We’re files of other peoples papers, other peoples quotes and other peoples thoughts; wanting a specific kind of attention on the clayselves we are forever moulding.
Lovers of writing, art, singing, songwriting, poetic little junkatrunks.
We’re our own little cage of endorphins.
A bean of human
surrounded by all us other beans.