As the bombs go off, a world forgetting a world being a world becoming
Putting on my shoes: We will have to find fun outside of our innocence soon
the slants of my eyes saw the curve of your stomach as you pulled your shirt over your head home you go, my Zionist friend despite my muffled wish--return to my bed
Saturday is full of spirits the ones who dance like this to the beats of a forgotten scene i never thought saturdays could become so mean