frou frou foxes
the same kind of confusion and then undetectable/uncomfortable convulsions, just like there were the night it was too cold to survive, lying next to no-one; the bear rode a motorcycle around a circus ring in Minsk, they opened a KFC right below a soviet relief, and built a medieval village to where there never was one. my bones are frozen there is no core.
how does one survive these vicious circles; how does one master a new language without a change of thought; how does the summertime end before it begins; how are we getting so very old; why did my eyes burst in a dream?














