“ No ideas. No thoughts, nor philosophy. Hunger, thirst, yes, flight and fear. And sound, touch, and sight, and the tongue, which tastes. Ten fingers, the heart’s in place. Two arms, legs, esophagus. Looking up: that’s the wide sky. Mile after mile, the wide sky. And touch. And the tongue, which tastes. ”
Thomas Lux (via suzywire)
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