#1810 (#088)
all patterns whirling as the women dance and spin their seshweshwes live
#1809 (#087)
layers are the key thus thought the sando goes on and i am ready
#1808 (#086)
quite fooled the first time but now i just roll eyes at 419 emails
#1807 (#085)
weather that’s sweet as . moments in the sun that pause. the stretching of time.
#1806 (#084)
tangy aromas filling the air and my nose say, “ fish head curry !”
#1805 (#083)
all that i have left a single furoshiki i hold every night
#1804 (#082)
Brooklyn bulla cake far from home but still at home with avocado
#1803 (#081)
all of my CanCon i could live in my tv how happy i'd be
#1802 (#080)
titivate myself become some “mr tidy” still interview shit
#1801 (#079)
stretching far away trying to stay close it this yellow brick road