i blame the cloud cover
for the ring slipping in and out of
the dark.

i can't leave you behind
to glow hot next to the space heater
without me in between.

face paint. car accident. not sure if we've predicted ourselves. good job microwave; yeah i will enjoy. anduh, i secretely thank people behind their backs.

convinced reckless abandonment of stamped logic.

victories like weighing a feather against a heart. in my case the feather lighter advance to next round of mumification.

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uh oh. i spilled tea all over the inside of my car and my sketchahwad. it smells okay though rusty and sick. yeah this is the type of thing that happens in my life. i am not even at the point today where i can coffee myself.

elijah wood grew up short. it wasnt my fault.
i got my shoes back i drank and i watched people slam into their convictions. i saw big a little a, we left i had a piece of ice from the freezer and then everything steadied off of astoria blvd.

thx