monkeybuttt

fine.

i needed a place to put things. drunk when painting. drunk when alone. high at times. random thoughts and poems and such when the time seems right. you are all here and ok, i guess. some of you didn't drop me. i think you rock. and those of you that did, i respect that too. i still love you all.

i love and miss the fall. everytime that old girl comes rolling around i'm sad at first for the passing of summer and heat and sun blazing down, but then i remember the fall and i think of ohio and the leaves and the strange sweet colors and i'm glad fall is back and sometime, somehow, i know everything will be alright.

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we can hate people so easily
childlike creatures
motivation?
not like the brood
skeletal arms reaching
empty eyes
mouths shrieking
things, animals
hibernate in dark places
like trash cans, mailboxes, sewers
right up under the sewer grate
pale rays of sunlight finally broke through
thick hard shell sky
the color of gravestones
on college campuses
in dark bathrooms
that smell like chocolate