hey

hey jesus and cheekbones. it's been so long since i've taken a breath. don't know why i'm here. can you HEAR? but the i'm stuck on riverbanks and love shaking the fuck outta my what the fuck. the ways that i'd love to spell.

lie down and wait

a lovely...well what the fuck do you call it. blessed bitter winter. she's coming up. i got clean clothes and my dog is well the fuck fed. i'm tired. it's beautiful. i'm not a professor (as well as anyone who can read can tell) but i'm fresh and ready to...just stop. breathe. look. gaze. i've run out of things.