sweet heart
I will drive you to the bus stop
blend
the best thing just discovered
pouring a dollop of scotch right into the pot of amateur witch
mint
rose
tulsi
chamomile
smoke the mugwort
legs crossed
elasticity in readiness
not rediness, which it is
I got my name from
so aimless
I don't go in the water by myself
this year
because of my pencil broken
one and the other
now you're a philosopher
and you can re-define words like entropy or
what does the window washer become when it looks into the mirror
mechanical
I drink by myself
tender nudity
with only a couple sheets written out
I would rather fuck
would that change everything
.03
thank you for throwing me some scraps
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