a diary of thought.
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the alchemy of sweat is so steep that it turns you into salt or clay or walking, breathing sex or power or anger or slick, hard muscle or shinier tattoos brighter hair and day-glo skin. the kind of sweat that makes you sliiiide across a room like an ice cube fallen to the floor and you melt, you know you melt at the feet of whoever happens to be standing there to block your slide and turn you back into water. |