It was a sunny afternoon. Far too sunny and far too afternoon. Every moment kept bleeding into the next and it was impossible to stand still and find a single reference point a single reference point a single reference point and be located in space and time like a crow like crows on the roofs of buildings watching and ca-cawing and cataloging the goings-ons of the down belows

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Matthew Values is circling and encircling an agreed upon area to find its weight and worth in his steps is a silent appraisal that estimates the breadth and depth of terms. Movement is tracking the movement the tracking is movement. Circle and a square. Bridge the divide. The gap between what it is and what it is not. An irrational infinity apart.

He felt a sort of only coffee way that an empty pit in his stomach couldn't ------- but it --------- and even then he knew what he didn't. It would have to be decided and added up in the end. Sum totaled. The sun totaled. The sun toad was under the road. The son told the sun toad under the road that some mode would erode the old. It was like trying to hold water in a bucket but the bucket was spaghetti and the water was spaghetti and it was like holding spaghetti that was very very very difficult to hold.