not miles away
sucking on a popsicle acting like i’m kane in kung fu walking the ghost town where sitting down earns you stares fuck the never theres
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are fur note
half a note yesterday passed to a teacher who appeared in a zen moment that said you are ready i’m running a kerouac road with
a music, a painting
how free do you feel about saying fuck off? leaning into the wind of the stare of another? brother motherfucker tell some shithead he’s a
watch the birds
i’ll sit here and you sit there be aware i’m sending up a warning flare this is healthscare not healthcare spinning out of some kind
only ten people
like it’s a fucking selling point time and body out of joint the kind of day you want to anoint with a sneeze, with a