19 by Wolf Windblade

disorder as the essential space prematuring organization.
Rebellions as a structuring agent.
The wiley strands of hair blown by the wind.
Teenagers, gangs, primal challenges, practice, freeform
movements of enthusiastic play. Carefree proclamations of no fucks.
The unrecognized guffaw. The funny stylers perfecting.
The first mustache. Her period starting. Budding nipples. A baby's tooth.
A middle finger to all the conditioned, educated, miseducated successors.
Wolf and Lex blow you a kiss colonized in covid particles.
A trip into stutter.
The dance of death stirs earth anew. Soon come sun...
and forgotten pains.

Hi, I'm better known as Adofo, but when I hang out with Lex Boogie from the Bronx I become a sonic hero called Mountain Wolf Windblade.
I kick people in the facemasks and eat sun chips incessantly.

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