Hardi

what you want say, boy?

Wif love,

Gaia

Here a poem...

Echoes of static from a big bang

if you hear gunshots

get down, and I did

knew knees to chest

head down clutching

weaving in and out

like a spider on a wooden

floorboard

i was the y axis

and crossed zero point

in a nano second

none to spare...

change or tire.

Central fly boy...

do a figure 8