blowing up like microwaved water
bottled up like pickle juice I can’t
find a break in the brain canyons
death star trench run, my brain’s abandoned
Race Bannon sticks to my shoe-gum
ungluegun: get the sticky things off
“All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.” —Ecclesiastes 1:7 (via daysrunaway)
i bought carpet sprinkle and i am way too happy about it.
i am old.