⌁Herme's Post Office⌁

At some point you've had a woman say you are too nice to do something. From that one moment you decided not to do something or the thought stuck in your head in a way that influenced many thoughts afterwards. If you kill, or steal or stop to think or move too quick to do anything... you have already registered the thought seeking to get with, impress, or be with, even just talk as a friend; even a man to extents of respect or needing to respect in order to survive in this world to be fake or not– You are a bitch. I am as well, and if you can admit it; we can all be dogs. The truth is, even here I cop out because of the way I know people will read this or will not interpret correctly. You are too nice to do that. If you have done or are…

To Herme's to Nike to Mnemo to back to Herme's. We find it is sometimes hard to know who our real friends are and will one day live as if we know not if but just we know.

Be brave Icarus.

There is notice in the letters.

There are friends somewhere.

Know.

Light as we have it, are also darkness.

Where we were once perfect in sense of whole beings;

We now are generationally birthed to the way we look instead of choosing how we want to look.

Our pieces would essentially be reimbursed to our highest archetype and/or to our belief of _Blank_. We would then be able to be created in the way we wanted or return ourselves to n-oun and await for perfect moment for being created then or other wise being an type abstract ion wouldn't be bad either as light and dark is beautiful and we often smile. Thus we would feel something in that which-so pleroma, mind of archetype or space of divinity. In a cloud, a painting, a wind, whatever you wanted to be, and where happiest without the distortion of say–pollution or feeling someone else held the paint brush unless you wanted someone to hold the…