charles
questions with indefinite answers don’t make sense to me
and i’m grateful for the gentle hands that rub away the wrinkles on my forehead
10/10
juvenile - back that ass up
burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night (my efforts to fit into the structure eradicate with one cycle of the cement mixer as my body falls back on the memory of once being a rock at the second peak of a triumphant mountain that no animal could reach) who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall (i can not blend, i can not wet, don’t lay me there, i will not set, what a death to be hard concrete)
