summer night wind
whistling like it thinks
it’s october
summer night wind
whistling like it thinks
it’s october
teethbrushing ~
a night train passes
hckwoowoo
o. the tea’s gone cold.
yes, the tea’s gone cold
’cause you let it get cold.
you boiled it hours ago & then
forgot ’bout it
like an innocent pup
left starving, emaciated,
its ribs poking out o’ its skin.
what a sexy painting you’ve painted.
¿is this how you keep your squares checked?
¿is this how you keep your ducks in a row?
¿by FUCKING THEM?
this won’t look good on your performance review.
you won’t be getting that annual 2.33% raise this way, jay.
you need to clean up your act ‐‐
& your room.
your nostalgic tyrannical 2015 is so last decade.
well, maybe not a full decade…
wait, ¿was 2022 a good year
or was it also tyrannical?
you already know the answer.
dissect your toadstool heart & see.
now get back to work, jack kerouac.
july night ~
together explosions
colored leaves
powerwirehung
latesummer sunset
red balloons
summer fog
burn transit windows ~
dark sunset
head down
sneaking past my window
the lakeside
red lights &
hydrant’s arms in chains
sunset streets
mountainhike ~
wants to leave w/ me
wild packant