Blogs these days

 It's sad how no one reads blogs these days, am I right? Like I got this blog and I don't even read it.

It's not me though, or the quality of this blog (which is, like, premium). It's the internet. It's so crazy these days. F in the chat if I think I'm right or whatever.

In other news, Survivor's back and Mike White is showing us how money can affect you physically. There's a ladder in my yard and a puppet on the floor. And the thrum is real, yall. It's real.

drinking warm liquid

a sort of clarity
 a signal
  an entrance to
   a balm a bath
    a a
     a mystery
      a gate to myst
       a iry
        a backdoor
         an entrance

          an entrance to

         a sort of clarity
        a gateway to
       a salve a savior
      a mystery
     a balm a bravery
    a mystery
   a minister
  an airy clairy
 a mys

tery

emo lyrics

In the 

Bermuda morning 

Bermuda's mourning moored ships triangulated
And in the Caribbean sea 

see a being 

see a bee carry a bean carry a bean back to 

see

And Jamaica's making mako jam jah
Jamaica's makeup 

is make-up

emo lyrics

 aaaaaaaaasound ofaaaaaaaaakey clicked with intentionaaaaaaasoft depression first but the attack follows sharp in the mix the delete key especially the decay upon release seems quick but melt/ds into the silence of this room soaaaaaaaadog barking inaaaaaaaaadistant yard overwhelms the silences between each letter.

stormwatch 25

i am waiting

i am waiting

oh y

for the rain

for the rain to blanket this waiting earth

earth waiting

earth red with leaves earth

this earth waiting

for raining

now the

soft patter now

the torrent now

the earth drinks the

red

i am waiting

3900 N Claremont

there there is a sidewalk imprinted with the weight of this:
two twentysomethings

walking home

a 

awake

i am awake     in house 

                        in how how 

its here to beeing letters      combine 

                                            convulse 

                                            columbine 

                        in verse 

                        inverse of vert of very veritas.

i am a wake     in time there'll be a wake an uncle asking if 

i'm alert an 

i'm not good at this at this 

i wish 

i had another.

i am                 in wake 

                        in water ironed by boat. 

i am up and feeling free. 

i am awake and smooth sailed but chop ahead a head there