Boombox

new york november
heavy stem under a hard heavy bark wearing a gravy glaze coat of sap. the sky is grieving behind leaves made from gold. as a flake falls from the tree I wish these days to glow instead of flicker, i’ve been growing since you've been gone.  i went deep repeating the name i had read over and bob my head while i make coffee listening to zeus’ boombox.

Tim Allen

theres that feeling and the time of the season is in the air i breathecigaretttes and keep on moving, if i stop for now i'll be stopped forever and i'm leaving soon to new york city so dream your dreams and make yourself who you want to be, cause when tomorrow comes there wont be anything but you just like any other day at this place, you need and create if you feel lucky.
if you are lucky you can do both its just in the draw of the cards or whatever you think
no more summers on the roof
straight gin, zig-zags , no shoes
use the ladder or the wall you'll get down somehow if you fall or float down cheers to your sweet dreams

daytime

the orange picture above is a childrens shirt we found at savers. 

today nasiema came and picked me up.  we went to partyland, savers and animal ark.  partyland sucked muh balls because they didnt have anything at all.  there was this total strong bitch in animal ark with her hair like wha bam, and she was saying over and over and over to her friends 'omg i want a shih poo'-which is a shihtzu poodle cross. savers rocked my world.  we then visited the fucking baby.  and had a juicefest. while the tooth folded her laundry.