…merge

Fresh like my attitude and provincial like my sense of reality, togetherness. Trees staring, prying fingers aimed and scratchy, lingering in covalent […]
Daylight dies it was never really here just greylight and fog and mist and I’m back here […]
I stand staring into the toilet waiting to piss after brushing my teeth before bed and […]
All the words are boring at least the ones in my head and there are only a few I’m angry at them […]