i sat around going through some negative scans i got from a local shop. the shop is pretty bad, and the scans we'rent great but i often go there because i dont know, i dont like the big shops downtown. winter has been slow but i still rather it stay cold then become warm again a cool breeze at least until i leave i hope.
today and every today I will decide
to read a periodical
whether or not-
it is whim but your face on the wall
that has made me apolitical
apologies to the balete tree standing tall
without an insight
every earth has its flatness
son of a lightning! beware of dogs that piss
on the wall
where your handsome face is
i will listen
to the mayonaise and its thickness
to the pickle it creates an objective correlative with
women are such efficient workers! but
there is space for you in my jar of sugar crystals
give me the answer already, i'm too tired. my eyes shake when i try to focus on something. and for someone who is not depressed at all i seem to question the purpose of etveryt little thing i do very often and why everyone else does what they do because i havent figured out why it's all getting done.
i played videogames
