can't seem to carry the same old weight at work, can't seem to want to. The point of departure is approaching in fits, starts, small shocks, and inoculations against the greater change.
black moth super rainbow at bottom of the hill was the nines\: syrupy, poppy, pummel.licious. Deep candy. Although we only caught the last 45 minutes. The crowd was fairly redundant; we fit right in to be fair. surly bartender encounter at the bar, the shiney-cone-head guy with a mouth full of sharp teeth arranged in the shape of a garden hoe- shared a bag of chips off his shoulder. burrito magik faery frog fraternization with two earnest too earnest young mo's. Rattling the thin sheets of metallic cool surface, resonating honest on the tender within.
tourorrist mayhem and opening of ourselves in warm waterfront familiarity. Visitors visitors.
Rattling carts passing out the window, vibrating aluminum glass plastic tin and gummed up wheels, pause at the spigot to refresh, the night cooling fast, wind winding in from the sea.
Having reached that plateau of aesthetic hygiene where grime and fur cancel out the sunken cheeks and pursedness, eyes stretched to limits deep deep and flaming flame.
lissning:
Heliocentrics out there
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