Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
Vanish with no guile
And I will not pay
But the soul can wait
The soul can waitIt's still pretty ( Read more... )

Fuck it, let's write some fanfic. No more whining and bitching about how I don't have time. I'm going to make time, goddammit. (Does one make time in a blender? A kiln? In the backseat of a car ( Read more... )

I kinda feel like...
...well, anyway, whatever, I don’t have time for all these feelings. I’m off to test drive some friggin’ DeLoreans!

Let us go, then
you and I
when the evening
is spread out
against the sky
like a patient
etherized
upon a table.

And if you go
chasing rabbits
and you know
you're going to fall

do not ask what Alice said
"What is it? What is it?"

Let us simply go
and make our visit

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