I don’t even care for breathing air, like A.) it’s clearly a mission. B.) Decided not to get angry today. It’s barely decision. Think life should be more grand than it is, but it isn’t. Can’t have regrets with being wrong, that’s why I love indecision. Sweater against chins, found myself looking for trouble. I … Continue reading CONSONANT ART.
the moment was so existentialist. I brought 3 apples. one for the both of us. & 1 for the road if it comes up I suppose we could split it undisclosed disposition. hanging from the hammock ropes in the stitching. there was hope, for half-robed demolition bungalow; almost out of a dream- quite a bit … Continue reading a parting glass, baby