Nay. Nay be done.
Writing. Keeping everything at hand. Making things cool.
So cool...
Editing. Honestly, I'm starting over. Procrastinating, yes.
How should it be done? In God's time? Or in my will?
Whichever comes first...
Yeah. I like Mister-long-distance.
But you screwed up when you dumped me
because of distance
And yes, I'm still in love with my Four-leaf Clover. Hell yeah!
That sucks!
Somebody told me to stop being nice to you.
How could I? You used to be adorable.
USED TO BE...
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Of trash and shit and holly and molly and folly
Kindle your beating blunders and blues
Tell me all excruciating peas of sweetness
stained by surreal lustrous lies
Navigate in edgy furtive gallant manners
hungering insatiable jests of metals
I while knitting lingering mazes
of chimeras breathing unearthly fires
stumble through an infinite stillness
of trash and shit and holly and molly and folly