by god, and all his witnesses.
no. that's not quite it.
with or without witnesses
the i of the i of the eye iiaaaa I


a thousand years ago i got drunk a lot and stuck a lot of spun holes in the holes of my shoes a lot. there was a sound and a sense to the way words fell like lifeless pennies in the bottom of a bin bin bin. a sound like a swoosh goes here. and then a pause and a break and then.
a sudden stop.

oh. shut it.
this is how it goes.
something creepy and wonderful in the sunshine. like love and all the bloody afterparts.
glossy and stained and


i'm doing it again.

there's got to be something genuine in here anymore.
a rock. a rock. a rockrockrock.


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