Friends With Worms
- Michael Escamilla
- May 29, 2016
- 1 min read
"I just want to live in a world where the birds are friends with worms. Where it didn't matter what time a foul fowl rose. We all ate the sun."
The thing about it is, there's a lot of things about it.
How is the student a teacher? What makes a servant the master? These are perfect defections mentioned most only ever with hushed tones in huge hallways. The inside out is about more than lip to ear. Movement is not progress but activity is as important as rest. Reconcile the paradox.
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