not sure where i’m going with this.
ok. i’m gonna be who i am for the rest of my life.
i’ve gradually come to ohio. the middle earth spot where
the bedrooms smell like childrens dirty hair.
and i will now be this thing. or people or palace of the strict order.
only there will be no strict. stirick. strict is brittle like stick.
it will be cool pools of dense ;iquid. at the foot of the mountain at an altitide where ferns grow or a longitude where ferns grow amidst albino slugs in the shade.
a hummingbird hovers staring at my nipples. i’m afraid. they are fast little buzzards and could peck me good..right through my red tank top.
i am accepting the changes, waiting at the border check in el paso.
i might have seen a jackrabbit stampede. i might have imagined it, it doesnt matter anymore. what matters is accepting the ch ch changes
with all the grace
all the grace.
Tags: conciousness, madness, truth
