particular matter cannot be determined or identified on a non- microscopic level. We remain blissfully unaware of the microbial biomes outside of our perceptive range. If we could perceive this level of intricacy in life and existence, would we be disgusted? Or find it beautiful? If we were used to it, would our standard of beauty be determined differently due to our perception? Like the number of licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop- the world may never know.

The cuts that cut deep are deep cuts, reflections of the past superimposed to the front of the perceived present. A life we all live, a pattern we all fall into, and a routine of both monotony and excitement as we reflect upon every semblance and perception of time. Ahh, the sweet scent of nostalgia and hope, right?

the k-mart couch to my linguistics major

there is beefsteak to be enjoyed here, most surely