I don't know what to do.
CBS Sunday Morning then morning yoga.
Hank keeps whining at the door this morning, then comes back inside, and so on.
I just drank some rum.
It is monday morning.
I love feeling things.
The whiter of the sun burn
burning For Life
We live like one billion suns, all of the sky
Dying to live
Hello baker friend
Hot blood
No one has real eyes
16 page report, chart, graph, outline
Biography of the father
Hello, kill deer music maker
Hero on the lake the mist the sweaty clouds the red spots on the furry skin
blue black dreaming with eyelids peeled Hicky sticky
in the sticks
waiting
hunting
forking ducks
Sweaty aperture
Noxious signs for left at the light, red lights, no right turns, yellow yellowing
orange like brothers warning
no warm hugs
screaming quietly
sitting inside
broken bodies, bones vibrating in fearful pain
shaking like leaves in night breezes
shivering geese stuck in muddy tapestries hanging dark ancient walls
music of the spheres,
wait for 12 hours
You will die,
being to remember.
Some one takes the time and pays the attention.
No one is necessary,
like the light of life
needing some interesting facts
to live together : special skills : Nurse, Fire fighter, Contractor, plumber, electrician, gardener, rancher, butcher
Computer scientist
Factory owner
Death collector
The End
mother.
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