Hold the tonic. Gin...run, rum, rum. Make it day.
Watch me enter. Wait.
The exit, micro delay.
Created sickness, ignore the cure.
Nightmare on Nerdstreet, that's not your car.
Headlights.
Open garage.
Love we electric.
Basement talk, silicon, whatever.
Running blind. I live here. Crushing it.
a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
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Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Friday, August 7, 2015
Rerunning adolescence. My-so-called Life on dvd. Paleese
"You do?"
Yes, I have the boxed set.
"Of course, you do."
W/e. That's okay, "I've never done MDMA before."...hahaha,
the only way touch is bearable.
And, maybe I'll always be the unfortunate middle-schooler
trying to hang out with the high school kids.
Throwing stones. Getting attentions.
Never really sure what kind.
Yes, I have the boxed set.
"Of course, you do."
W/e. That's okay, "I've never done MDMA before."...hahaha,
the only way touch is bearable.
And, maybe I'll always be the unfortunate middle-schooler
trying to hang out with the high school kids.
Throwing stones. Getting attentions.
Never really sure what kind.
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