i’m so sad you are dead plants, and it’s sunny outside. i’m sorry you’re so under
death, and it’s sunny outside and you’re not being
sunny under the sun that’s making my hair warm,
but only a little warm because the wind is still
liking winter, still overing death but really cold still. and you’re …
your under deathing is so brown and so right now when it’s sunny.
and you are so much here right now that you can’t leave. the sun is wanting
to make you over death,
make you really green, really nice to be alive and making living more
lifing, so much lifing
that the lifing lifes everything, even the wind is lifed, like my hair is
being lifed, like how lifed i am right now not like you.
you’re not going over death again, you had over death
but then the over death you had got under you and I almost feel a little
like it’s getting under me a bit. but the little warm in my hair
is getting under me a bit too, and maybe
maybe if I get under you a bit with my little warm hair, maybe the under life
will make the under death become over death. i’m going to be a little under you
so I won’t be sad you are dead plants, because it’s sunny outside.