It keeps feeding the narrative. It is the unaltered by Yi: a whole play in her hands, skipped. A wave of social rejects washed the face of obscure turmoil. It bleeds like a texan beef, only darker, unpredictable. Will it blow, and will it take a goodwill with it? “From here we go sublime”. Prof promised, proofless. Yi and the engine running. Me: not fine, meant to shine. “I would have been so kind”.
The common’s uncharted. Played a cinema in my head. Selena. All the feels are must be lighter. A swim of gold and oxenfree. Oh, Ollie. Olivia, alivio. I love you, I love you.
The unaltered by Yi
