Thoughts and Thoughts And thoughts.
No thoughts.
Angels Like humming- Birds, Like lowercase letters Like alphabet soup Or soggy cereal.
They are there just Telling you everything could be Perfect. Don’t listen to them Humming Like Like Like Air conditioning
Like there is a fly Or a mosquito Or a question Buzzing around in here And there’s no way I can Shut my eyes Until Demise, Demise.
There is not death. Only atrophy. “Time takes time To pass”
(in response to an 22 January 2014 ask by iferuniversity)












