Slipping. fretless.
Intrinsics, a lively ticket-taker,
over-the-phone-punch it in, orderform and the dreams don't come. Not
like the way they used to. Driveway cardboard. They don't arrive
altogether. The treads of incomplete sentences. This thing is bigger
than me now. I can tell the difference between good and bad writing
(finally)> laughs. A short fall from insomnia and blessed chemical,
return to the ozone. My perpetration. get offa my chip. Hit me band.
Fellas. What it is. HEY. In the moment of now, like ECKART TOLLE, Lady
oprah's dog, and I am down with it? Gimme three. horns. Kiss myself.
The antiquity of the thing?
Simple. ALL new Violet. The old, replaced
en masse. It's broasted. Shane said something about it. Knowing when
you're done. or sometimes the decision is made for you.