Tuesday, January 26, 2021

California Trauma

 

I dip a Caprice I laugh at gin the sun has its influence. society becomes suicidal such a word I have a hard time using it. wilder whispers wreaking havoc a haven in destruction. so mad about media so caught by media it becomes a paradox. such coarse weather so wrangled so indecent. I ate Wing Stop a heart pulsating a carriage for a newborn. inmost thoughts so alive in you it feels perfect to sex with you. such a feeling a landline where parachutes come one to a dozen. a coffin birth a refrigerator curse while most are asking questions; to see beginnings to sense mediums while wild a delicate machine. a hybrid child something so conditioned while catching angst from each side—those caring apples those peach pies while Love combs by a hundred strokes. too nameless to catch her too nervous to affect as a change in its millennial. (“THE DINGO ATE YO BABY”). so attractive so sophisticated such a raw filthy mechanic. so reptilian or American such brushwork to condition a scar. we ran faster we took a polygraph, several failed. something so gray such inadmissible evidence, while it slipped out. but a drumstick for a drummed/thrummed society, while mob fever is deadly. but to lies so curt while Love is defensive. to plan its extent, to believe as it feels, for otherwise a man is a fool. such trauma such a family while adults spend life trying to unlock it. furious frets so captured, with peas for dinner. flyleaf notes diaries for membrance where mother wasn’t considered nice. surefire molestations a ghetto serenity where people select new kinks. to perish quite often to accept detriments while claiming to love—where love is impossible!   

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