pushed through the door with no space but the hall in which to be greeted and make a small talk until a seat vacated or an opening on the dance floor came up could have ventured to colonise the star gazing smoke room a private party for the inner city friends alex left for the ranch up river when the foot deign to touch the ground the head will follow amusement is timing dash out the door before the high slips away from the climax no mood for building fun just come to steal a sip
circuit break board up on the workshop wall we will all work around ad hoc design pragmatism dead space at every turn when it is full we will build an extension when the it is icy we will slip and slide when the power goes out we will hum when the money runs out we will work
i ought to have bought two when i was playing the buyer so that i could play the seller today
grey on grey with a streak of sunshine penetrating the viewer's gaze from the very middle of the canvas as if they were staring right up at the star directly
a little bit of acid reflux the night before heading back into the trenches this is the kind of nervousness that a war time ritual can incite even in times of peace
asking the right questions is a good step to make keep asking the right question and just look see where you end up if you manage to stay alive it had better no be the only thing you do asking questions and staying alive but maybe sometimes that is simply enough
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