twin_sons_of_different_mothers blueberries and raspberries we are brothers of the written word, birthed from a womb of blank paper, ink and color racing through our veins. we squeeze ideas from stars. we dig thought from frozen ground. we pick words from trees like fruit. we make sentences out of observations, feelings, and experiences. stories come forth like breath in the cold night air. 020324 ... ever dumbening we ride together in the machines of this age, and of the next, along the highways of the high desert. we watch the tight dry earth reveal it's deceiving colors collectively. we feel flora and fauna and stone shift with rising and falling feet. we slow and stop, small blades at the ready, to harvest the gaseous nectar of the suede sage. we snack on the distilled sweetness of dried mango, knowing that _these_ are the jewels for our kingly pleasure. neighboring kingdoms, lightyears apart. 020417 ... Daria Is that possible? 020417 ... ever dumbening yes 020417 ... Daria I won't ask how. What about twin sons of different fathers, oh nevermind, that is possible. But very weird nonetheless. 020419 ... brand b its a black thang you wouldnt understand 080908 what's it to you? who go blather from