this seems to be not a pattern forming, instead it's repeating in a circular array. once agian this box of matches lacks a surface to strike upon. an intrinsic string of numbers. 3.14159265358979323... these figures stretch beyond the expanses of my four corned walls. the paper airplanes i press with precious guidance, never make it beyond the window sill before they fold. this carnal knowledge of soft pleasure draped with silky sin, swallow hard repeat again until i press beyond these walls.