BLK GRASS

Photo by Nihal Demirci Erenay on Unsplash

tha supernatural, it’s ridiculous — an
incessant
worker

tha wind whistles… cats
limp
for what?

i lie down, tired and more
work.
rubbin’… friction (or warmth).

my body remains an offering
croaking(?)
capturing…

wake down by sunset…
we can just capture moments…//
bitter
mouthful

Shock a system, it arises —
shock one: condition it.
control
CanTroll.

Desire something… pull it or push,
what is unsatisfactory/.?
rush rush
we are jumping.

arn’t most folks just noisy or whatever?
feelings (or sentimentalities) are only perfext, eh?
i look 4 Them
in high grass.

good nutritions is a holy sacrament
fr.
you sit.. standing, in a compromised
posture, fckr.

my body needs to be a temple
alignments are happinesses
guilt derails entrails.