| Current mood: |  crazy |
| Current music: | Pavement |
julcyfru
12:31, waiting 4 my bus 2 hit
instinctual recursion (& a sense of math)
respite from the methyl-ethyl haze
of this epochs inneficiency
(& the sun is unrelenting)
a tree adorns the outscirts of a re-education center,
muted yellow busstop marker
assurances all is right with the world
check for the absense of ants, good.
yes, i judge thee squatable.
a smoke-pause amidst the wreckage of the jungle floor
shade tree
the road screams
in a register nevar meant 4 vocal cords
& just 4 a moment
no cars pass
and all is quiet.
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