Jul 2017
i churn my stomach to bile again and watch *****-up teens choke on each other's leftovers. why do flare up tragedies taste like strawberries?
why do we still go berry-picking?
why do we still go berry-picking?
some things feel right. a gut-feeling of correctness. here is my A+ perfect puke of sour beginnings. a fruit salad of salty tongues and juicy memories. a little carl sandburg here, a little lord birthday there. it's a melting *** of my closest creatives.
