it's not a museum, it's a hive. the blood may be fake, but the bleeding's not. freeing my ass & remaining high beyond reproach…raised on stolen anishinaabe land. no cops, no jails, no linear fucking time. frolicking & frohlocken. vuurtorenwachter trying for gwayakwaadiziwin. heart like a clumsy bell, sharing this thin, threadbare, blanket with you… unfurling... slowly mouthing the grammar of animacy.