tiny ode to this & that
Do they know how much I think of them? Write of them? My boys. I hold their long gone image in the palm of my hand. I take them everywhere. Is this love? This thing that will never give up?
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little boy fishermen
In the same way we've always been, we are one. I can't explain this to anyone, I don't want to even try. I'm here and I'm alone, and I'm there and I never am. I'm allowed
rep # 9
Grease filled mother, I don't need clothes to say who I am. I take a deep breath and raise my hand. Dream of blood and a stand up scene. Are you sure that you know what you mean?
so long, farewell
The flow of consciousness is on a loop that spills out onto a page. Alive in the new same old way that I've always been. I'm in a cocoon. The self sloughed down into nothing. Same parts take up an unrecognizable form.. Some day this will
rep #8- tea shop too full
drink in this new way to exercise divination I'm over this melancholic dying on the cross take a walk in the rain under polka-dot umbrella stand behind, have a look at something that I'm not