Automatic-writing... thus... automatic-reading... and so on...

stretching my legs for the all to see...
I was thinking about the time I went to a Colosseum
and the memory residing in clay... unknown to every1 around...
I found strange things tugging at my nose... at my gut...
Choosing to see the best in people is a choice for love. Choose Love.
Even if that means... you have to love them... from way far away...