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Tempestuous me, never ending tip-toe inside and out the lines.....my, ours, yours, we all are sharing despite our utmost grievances of communion, utmost dalliance with youth with age with all our ducks they are dying, like mattresses they lay, like mattresses we move towards one another, feeble motions point that-a-way, pressing without arms, pressing without yours, press and pick up all in a row

Building blocks

Deep-sky objects
 Hard-karsa
retrogressive litanies, stampedes of the mind

I watch youtube videos of soldiers surprising their children, spouses, mothers and fathers, outlandish proposals danced out on sidewalks and suburban streets, i watch videos of people who learned to walk again, drugged-out-post-wisdom-tooth-extraction videos, montages of animals playing dead, celebrity impersonators impersonating celebrity impersonators, America's Funniest home dog reaction to farts, binaural beats

My head burns with the sun as it goes.. I drive home to kiss you and fall asleep

Its the most wonderful time of the year

November

Last night, giving my dad his birthday present (late): an old compass in polished brass. With one eye closed and proficient sleep-drawl he praised the little thing over and over, keeping it in his palm while making half-rotations with his torso, watching his direction change.

Hungover, dreaming inuit dreams