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Here I sit Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I withdraw a small, worn, green New Testiment from the right, hind pocket of my pink jeans. I open it and rip the last page out. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I reach into my yellow hoody breast pocket and pull out a bag. I open it and pinch out some green and purple buds. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I break up the buds and rip a square from the Testiment page. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I crease the Testiment page and sprinkle into it broken buds. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I press the broken buds and roll the Testiment page around them. lick the top, and pinch the tips. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I reach into my pink jeans right front pocket and withdraw a green lighter. I flick it. A flame grows. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I ignite the Testiment page. A flame grows and fades. I inhale and smile.
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Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
In the Garden
Here I sit Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I withdraw a small, worn, green New Testiment from the right, hind pocket of my pink jeans. I open it and rip the last page out. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I reach into my yellow hoody breast pocket and pull out a bag. I open it and pinch out some green and purple buds. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I break up the buds and rip a square from the Testiment page. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I crease the Testiment page and sprinkle into it broken buds. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I press the broken buds and roll the Testiment page around them. lick the top, and pinch the tips. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I reach into my pink jeans right front pocket and withdraw a green lighter. I flick it. A flame grows. Upon a forgotten table. where mold and lichen grow. I ignite the Testiment page. A flame grows and fades. I inhale and smile.
paul-curtiss
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55/M/Iowa
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
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