AttackOfTheFlash

hand me your copy, I’ll gladly sign it looking through my unduly round eyes my anonymity begins to vaporize as animals add human words to their toolkit they realize the notions we idealize my present reflection, I dislike it my unaltered face can’t satisfy my eyes stepping across a fabled bright line that never existed to begin with as we evolve by our own design edit DNA: make an animal wordsmith shall the animals build a great library of nonhuman literature and art? their ideas may prove necessary for biodiversity on earth to not depart I am this nucleic acid and protean mass made of qualia and neural cells studying hard so I