today the kids made tissue swords
exerting themselves in the ash
the 3 of them, literary
windswept
the dust bowl
the cul de sac
blessings, curses
talking fences/feeling
nothing moderate, mega
in lieu of stretch in lieu of
cutting
the train assembles
poems slipping and
sliding the dead friend
with the past tense name
just wanna be at the club
with the mosh pit the
mash up where
at 3 am
dystopia
checks out
