#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
#1800 (#078)
angel water smell in the air and she is there at her mother’s knee
#1799 (#077)
a simple love-blink and he was caught forever a moment it took
#1798 (#076)
the plastic smeech smell from the old factory fire lives still in my nose
#1797 (#075)
on the mamelon an eagle flying over a rabbit running
#1795 (#073)
they buy our products and sell us inferior - rum-swizzle indeed
#1793 (#072)
the sound of gamping is much afeart in these parts rankles my whole brain