as i crawl out of skin
how am i to do? i find myself in a superfluity of time heading in a singular direction. i have learnt that i can take this circus traveling so long as i can carry enough props. however i am still pushed out of the market place. the eyes keep looking for something to buy, but the package is not selling. i am ready to be picked as a garnish for those receptive enough to the fullness of subtleties.