oh frankfurt. another sky. a mouth, the mouth, many mouths. i just watched a bunch of edward gorey animations. i like them greatly. i work from sun up to sun down, literally. at noon, the church bells next door act up and the children quiet down. we're reading about settlers who were diviners and danced around holding sticks to the wind to divine waterwells. if waterwells are found the stick is thrust into the dark land. time is different around children. there're so many of them in all different directions. what did you read when you were a kid? what do you believe in these days just before you fall asleep?
dear zac, what lucky country finds you among its people? i will soon leave my life here, for a life, elsewhere. it's sunday. i'm watching the-trial. ovular shapes and encroaching shadows..
everyone is great...nothing new really. how is new york doing? i owe you a package...thank you for being so kind as to not call me out...but politely remind me of your existence. it is on it's way....
okay that is not true. but i am thinking about it being on it's way. fair?
"(oh shit! the cops!) be cool, fool They aint gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts (so why the fuck he keep lookin? ) I just came home, I aint trying to see central booking Oh shit, now he lookin in my face You better haul ass cus I aint with no fucking case"
