Alexander Lane spends his days in the lab, working with pipettes, petri dishes, and beakers that should have been washed twice. He looks for poetry in lines of genetic code.


Alexander Lane

in prayer — 12:58am

to the blurred and bright iMessage app for a single notification that i have invested in the right market when i bought at the handwritten-note rate that i may own shares of secrets whispered and holy the kind spoken in between reflection and four kisses that when i look into his eyes it is impossible for him to cash in.



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