"The skeleton branches on the trees above us, like the scene was playing on a television and someone was fucking with the tint, the wind blowing shapes around, moving curvy limbs, branches, sticks."
"Whenever you do think of reaching out for the line, it's been easier for you to fire up another bong load, turn up the music and lose another day."
"Here, unmoving, doing the same thing as everyone around her, she was in control."
"I'll eat you up, I love you so."
The world may be ending, but what will the neighbors think?
"He was both your leader and your lover."
My notebook wrote this to me recently…
a sad true circus
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