i enjoy clutter, attachment, bric-a-brac, bauble, miscellany, refuse, mess, and rubble.
my shadows are stubborn and my curious are lantern-lit by nightly gnats.
i favour the attachment of obscure acronym to name or noun. asterisks, exponents, and radicals are a permanent tickle; floaters swirling about parts of speech and connecting human sentiments. accents to nuance – necessity replete.
clutter, for the majority of humans, appears to be something visited not lived with. "appears," because that is the relative madness that most humans assign themselves as indicated by the outward projection to their adjacents.
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