I have been experimenting with an app called Xrayy photography, and this is a kick butt amount of fun. Xrayy because it changes everyone's accountability because you are removed. You are only there. Black is white. White is black. Bearing witness, I do not know what that means. It means you hide among your second selves. Code 4: It's a fulltime job figuring out what the Normals mean. You send rays plunging into hearts, bone turning to bone, plunging into your quivering, twitching liver, and it looks like you need to pee. Because an xrayy sees what it wants to see, an Xrayy sees into the guts of the demon who must come down from the tree and the branches swinging and be born by a thousand soldiers and all of them were poets, soldier poets, poets like thieves and overcoats, poets with a low tolerance for authority, and every one of them, every last servant for a Master, because one of them, one last slave, the oceanic swallow swallows all poets, every poet, poets and their bones, and I want to kiss all the poets slowly because those pouty lips are poetry itself. And nothing representative of the thing. The ones who write for who knows who. The ones an xray that will swallow you backwards flinging you and your heedless eyes, heave ho and the he he, it is the xrayy that will take you and shake you and quite inside out. I love poets but I have a very rigid rule. No poets. Why. Because it's all their fault.