If I could forget I would again get Durian ice cream and that alcohol-based eye cream
I am the Timekeeper, Quote Hunter, Letter Stealer, and Grave Visitor "Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon." — Paul Brandt Genesis 3:19
was the text that was autosaved here, yes that's it, no more poem, no more wise musings about the lack of moisture in the air during the winter months, no imagery about these daily nose-bleeds, no skin-cracking, and voice-losing, no interesting comparison between a lack of rain and death just a random humidifier sitting in my living room waiting for a poem. i don't know what i meant to say or if i meant to say anything at all, so i guess all there is to do is to click submit and pray for rain.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
my leg will not stop shaking i think it wants to be the king (which sounds like shaking) or maybe shakira (which also sounds like shaking) i am great poet i can even make that sound like gray pope let (which sounds like great poet)
A fish swam up from Fishtown and came down again with news that the Seagull Blues were back, they'd been sacked from the Cloud Concert Hall. A lobster called to ask if they would play at a masquerade; he paid a sack of pearls and more to bore the minnows with a washout band. They rioted in the sand to say they wished it was Shark Jazz Day.
pollen, my arch-nemesis I am suffering this spring I can't put enough emphasis of how much suffering they bring there, I said suffering twice and have I also mentioned, the weather is run on dice? eighty and sunny, then suddenly twenty and snowy.
I hate spring
I looked up every flight as if I could go somewhere
