There are a lot of them when I can't even say your name then I lay down in a heap of heavy sighs and the night presses me under itself like a lonely widow dressed in black
would you rather fight every living human or check the signal chat? it's a toss-up every time a dissection of the risks involved in what started as a discussion group and quickly became the war of words you scream to the universe
You are a rotely opinion-headed zeitgeister— already diagnosed and hooked up to the slow death of a dystopiclly present despot's di(e)ialysis machine creating simulacric smackstackey musings
Grassfires accented the hot season but we were always safe: a dirt road between the cinder block wall and the grassland’s edge served as our moat of solid ground
I cannot walk the park and miss its crop of needles. I cannot reach for fish behind glass without scales impaling my wrists. Those trees I admired, the ones syringe-like in winter. Yes, needles.
Can you love zero? Can you camp in a swing? Can you change your ‘state’? to massive missile attack drone saying, take precautions extra ones, even uneven lethal nonlethal netting
