A month ago it was fall, Now it's summer. I recall sensation, A breeze ambles through the conifers, an evergreen shivers as if in frisson, swaying against our dark indigo sky.
Social company was wonderful this weekend, I am not hungover this June bank holiday, But bad luck did befall a friend's ankle. Last night I drank northern Buckfast and smoked West Coast Therapy.
I have this sense, what connects us, I thought it mere memory, what is beyond that; why should we reach out to it, or it to us? How is meaning given synchronicity, two things berift time,
Those dopamine Roses (Imanbek remix) have me craving mischief, they know the way; I know of no other reward