…Eye bleeds always get the chuckle…

…Chalk this steely countenance up to decades of abstinence and a renewed interest in kava tea…

…these ball pits are for single new yorkers content creators only…

…straining under the pressure of victory, the toys of spectatorship sacrificed by average joe…

…A ratty tall armchair rescued from the thrift store discard bin supported the thinker thin and crusty cut underneath the ear from rustwire on the…

…The light is going and you still chase the jack rabbit tumbleweed dirt devils that pass over your mid-sized SUV conversion…

…I don’t think it’s possible to know what time does before it’s done and dusted crow eating rear mirror driver cross-country mover…

…Well same ol’ doin better than the anxiety depression insomnia self-inflicted abuse eating disorder crowd but it might be rubbing off or else that’s the paranoia…

…Am I the napping one oh great mound from the waters of infrastructure, receding and leaving divided neighborhoods?…

SEMANTICS! is yelled before a blue rushing gasp of breath something like the young elephant on a Tom and Jerry episode that inhaled profoundly and sucked Tom into his own over-sized mouse trap.

Complex rhythms still hummed in his throbbing head. So he walked.

The boiling sugar water gets too hot and froths out and over and down and splatters and pools next to a toddler who doesn’t yet know burns…