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ever burned chocolate in the microwave?  ever not paid attention to the beginning of the end? i’ve tried to pull the skies to their knees because i wanted to melt them down to something spreadable and thin. disinclined valley slopes that don’t roll for me, they hold me back from what can be seen.  be genuine, be intentional, think about why things are the way they are. i can’t assimilate into a congregation of feelers.  predictable noise, squeaks of molars place-setting for incisors. not hungry, just aching. i killed eight flies today with just my hand. a weapon of soft power. motion-controlled delivery is key. place a palm directly over the cringing mediocrity, gradually pace down and then suddenly —