a table of metal has its coldness, its squareness its place to get right down and work-ness
I can’t speak, I can’t mean that– your legs and ass tangle the endings, scrape flaws from…
a thought
i walk across the same lanedinosaurs probably crossed a meresecond ago, only to vanishlike i will after…
you’re going to die soonyou tell me i’m ridiculousyou won’t be gone for at least 50 years you saybut…