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The sirens slowly fade into the night. Can't really prove there is a past but, it's interesting to watch it being made, matched, remembered.

Madonna and Child: Ketchup, Nyquil on lemon dishsoap

Bunglybox:
a state of disarray; an ordeal; a fine mess.

Glove skin of thought/feeling, an interface, nourished by feelings, as moss, defining what feeds it, describing as is its function, the frontier as a netted structure, molecularly (in thinking model land) not an impermeable layer. Yet the appearance, or assumption of containment, as its function. The operations of the net are all about definition to the intellect.

if there are no boundaries--
no transaction, nothing got.

plus they tell us everything,
a certain thing is not.