thought bananas skins, thought them interesting-- purposive digression goes: full of brown, clustery freckles in (distraught or smiling) bruisey(eyes, nose, mouth), emotional faces. Distinctly British Face of Banana Bruises. Their suggestive, oxy-aberrations need to sit in my mind's eye a lil' while longer while I think of all the instant-and-created faces I've ever known; found in the repetitive, wood veneers, all indented, hard-gum, topologies-- found in the connect-the-dots, mosquito-pasted, wallpaper of earlier still-light-at-bed-time summers, and the starry gaze of each trampoline-and-I'm-cold-but-TRAMPOLINE!-sleep-overI can live in this yard and see the stars because I'm not in my bedI'm outside and thestars make faces and each face has so many more faces if that's the eye this time and the bright one is the mouth do you see it and my best friend is beside me oh a shooting star where do you see it there and my dogs are so happy I'm outside with them and they think I'm good being out here with them they're under our bed tonight we can jump on them and I'll probably go in if it gets too cold always around dawn and I won't consider how that makes you feel my friend because I'm a little bit afraid of being outside and I'm young and a feeling sortascared that someone will stab us from under the trampoline.remind me again about pareidolia, remind me again, because it thrills me.
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