a new twist on old 139.
i’m so sorry for everything
i’m so sorry for everything
i’m so sorry for everything
i’m so sorry for everything
the national, “baby, we’ll be fine”
i’m tired, and i can’t sleep
but i’ll try, so i can dream...
from state to state, you know i’d race
BUT NOBODY KNOWS WHICH EXIT IS YOURS
beulah, “night is the day turned inside out”
damn masochists!
i wrote this a month ago.
the lenses were too thick
the edges protruded from the frame
as i turn my head from you
aberration blurs my view
i hate it (which is perfect).
flux in the æther.
p.s. <3
christmas is only ten months away
i think it can still be just like norman rockwell—
cloud cult, “rockwell”