Sometimes I feel no one notices that I actually care about them. Not even my friends.
.It will be good in the morning so we think.
A lump of change. I left it on the bedroom floor, along with my quilted red velvet scarf. A bruised up Audrey Kitching lamp cramped in a toilet stall.
Crazed razors creating an installation of grim lasers. Cream of Nothing.
No comments:
Post a Comment