thanks for asking

where you are

where were you? and how was i? the sky is clear cos there are no lights. to your health, to my soul we have the liquids to pour. but we're poor. and im going home.

'the same doorway that leads us in and out of a room also leads us into the past of that room and its ceaselessly unfolding future.'

grow grow

destination marks the spot yeah? not going back to bed.

totally flawed

(bully central), directed at me. get behind here and show me how, its just unbelievably rude. wrinkled vacant and silent. soft beige cotton wool floats above the sheep fields, melting faster every evening. and a lonely walk home finds a massive lightbulb puncturing the void. all is calm, all is slight. i'll be back again. no speaking. long stares. that determination sets us free, we get to live later. not now. take me to last year, 'take me to your leader', take me away as I myself did. i was explaining greige to them in my dream, always hiding.. abandoning them each day to a house of morons. burn it out, see it there.