six days ago i resolved to tell a story that happend 2 days ago. quickly thereafter i fell asleep. i dreamt i was awake but when i awoke i was asleep. caught between barak and a hard case. passion and 30 blocks of text. i had become a musk ox in full stomp during rut season. the bed-side was lined with tube socks and devon, i was shepard of the juice wandering 40 days toward dessert. finally

at the end

the commencement

a seizure of the roamin

we parted. the seize and

i ceased to exist

there are those who know
those who dont, you know
they out-number us two to stupid.

and i still say

fuck you.