#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