This isn't the dirty South remix. We're working on the original. Sometimes I'd just like to sit back and try to ignore the decline of ol' famous Western Civilization. Children leaning on the side of a dirty church spilling their filth. It happened tonight....kid leaning on St Anthony's church talking about splurging on a clit in front of the true family. I held my tongue and walked the other way.
Woke up, terrible heat at work. The winds changed and the storm swept us all inside. We stayed for a while then left. That is what we will always be doing.
The only thing that my aunt left me is a guitar and old Christmas memories. She was my Godmother.
Yeah Rimbaud was so young when he died. 19 and he stopped writing to travel, then took to the grave with what some may argue as Syphilis. Though I'm sure he was having a fun time when he got Syphilis. Vampire mirrors.
No idea what the hell to do. It's terrible. We graduate and now have no purpose. A constant lack of unsettling that bursts in layers of summer.
There restoring the museum outside. But leaving the inside--as usual. Though there is a new planetarium. Space gets us all lost with hope but then we wake up sick on some escalator drowning in unmeasurable vertigo.
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