Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
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Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Like an egg in a
carton I fall but don’t crack,
cushioned by your strength.
Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.
You still up? Dude, it’s
not like the internet won’t
be there tomorrow.
Buying a domain
name to monetize content.
The new bourgeoisie.
I would like to see
4 am start off my day
instead of end it.
Wednesday is the new
Monday, Thursday Hump Day, T
GI still Friday.
If all we have in
common is our kids, that’s not
an enduring match.
If you suffer from
triskaidekaphobia,
good luck. You’ll need it.