Disbelief is only a certain kind of belief

The Way My Body Felt Today:

Beginning and ending being the same, exhaustion with no name, happy to moisten no-surface, pulled my earlobes backward and clockwise. The first bunion formed on my sisters' best friend's mutual friend's former mother whose daughter's grandmother in another life was my older sister and secret competitor, but quietly––saturating. They gave a number and a chance to this sensation. They snatched the movement from between my eyelashes and made an immobilizing concatenation of the day's gangliest feelings. But there's something to be said about something to be said. 

22:02:17

This is a sentence made for words.  

This is a sensor claimed to whirl.       

This is a centimeter of wood.      

This is silken amber food. er of the world.

This is this into fold.

This this frayed .

This 

This a portal center made word.