1. sugar rush
    yellow car parked outside
    pretty last day of summer

    the brain
    kid with its parent
    book selection
    some writer in golden house country

    Today I gave myself a break. I blew a load I’d had coming for days.

    For the first time there was no drop after. Probably something to do with the meat in my system

    So long eternity, healing, separation. Urban monks wear orange.

    Oh woman, when will the day be flying by
    an identified