it was like, a fake battle had been won. There were feathers and boys everywhere, the soft yellow morning light and the cold burning the back of my th

roat, school camp all over again.
I'M GOING MAKE IT HAPPEN.
Is this life all there is?soft paper, yellowly, clean crisp ink. interesting souls. fragments.
Canada 2010
New york 2009 Winter (their summer)
circular dances bend over+
push button+ spin+ twirl+ repeat
BOWL CUT flanelette
NEW
hushed voices humming. no blaming.
a trip to the forest with beers
whirlwind heat video in the desert in my mind
the lime coloured jesus sitting on the typewriter
OSAKA tommorow, more miso coming
5am blowout AGAIN, let me off, so i can think more and eat more tomatoes and get into less trouble.
where is my lover?