Dejavu
of being prepared in the rain
and saying one's own name
So Far
it's a nice cigarette city
old rusty trucks, umbrellas
and ponchos scootering
with sandals half on
That's Nice ↝ May That Linger In My
Thoughts #1
incense and peppermints
a strong urge to go to the gardens
#2
so that was spring
a single moment of rain
one street of purple trees
May I Thark You Need An Attitude Adjustment
#1
the world is so fucking dark
a broken dim switch holy shit
I can't even move or I'll cry
from lack from of distraction
a fly is interested in my bloody napkin
and I think I'm gonna throw up
and even my view is so narrow
as the strip of light in the morning
that hurts his eyes
#2
how maintenance inhales time
a soft mass of fractions
#3
breathing chest
I'm right here
Again Bring Back Ur Life
am I dying in China?
dying a little bit everywhere
all the time but
not reality until close
non reality implodes
lol
imagine
as unsurprising to die as to find
oneself in Japan
oneself in Japan
