when kolby and i go out.
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
Stuff I like (all)
It’s a “sing ‘Peas in a Pod’ from Grey Gardens on loop” kind of day.
- “Why are we talking to each other in English?”— Two non English speakers who share the same first language while chatting on the net, probably (via ...