atonal music
new universes open themselves to me rarely, but in groups i realize
reaching away from your home tree
single root stretching furthest away
is it involuntary?
bra clip caught on a guitar string
the rear of a 1992 Cadillac Allante is an omen of death and misfortune. Hopefully someone possessing a pure heart and practicing the art of baddassary will change that.
remember to write about man on train, david, red rust and dirt (blood?) on cuffs of suit jacket under long perfect white trench coat, that metal dog tag bracelet with the red rod of asclepius symbol on it, perfect white toupee, black leather gloves, his not being a doctor but a cleaner of sorts, that radio personality that died earlier this year who was a customer of his for 50 years, how his customers were like family to him, book of psalms, the bag dance we did on a moving train to find it- i didn't even know what it was he was going to give me, i just assisted him like a daughter wife or assistant with physically finding the thing, a total stranger, complete trust- that look on his face, that confident voice,
who was this man and why did fate hand him to me in such a fashion that i knew it was intentional?
and why does that little damned blue book have to read like a scary as shit bible?
ganja, fruit of the gods
unrepentant pas de deux
i like the wet hair dripping down my back after a shower with numb feet in a warm room.
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