Cut the wires with my Russian knife. Broke through. My hands are scraped. My back is dripping. Smooth back hair and put my hat back on. I am in the place for now. Thank you RUSSIA. Wood chips and sodium lights this way. Cultivated shrubs in front of sodium parking garage.
It is toys, yes? Yes, but this is where I want to be, shake it off. This is my place. With the quite to the west and the drone of highway to my east. They are all closed off now, disconnected lights flying past my head-hanging-low-vision.
My lines led me to this cold same concrete ground. But now that I am here I see that there are two ways out 1)throught the hell I cut my way through back there, or 2) through the walkway I did not see.
My flame rolls into my own spit. My eyes are unable to focus on my own spit. I roll into the crevice and the acrid smoke stings my eyes.Rolling over my own liquid the flame goes out . Spots all around me the cold concrete on my ass again.
My blade is back through the wicked way. I get up slowly past the choked shrubs past the wall and through the tangled gate. There it was by the unused barrier. A man died there a few days ago, I heard the crash. It sounded like a snow plow on an empty street.
Thursday, May 6
FNB 93009 - 21810 Selections: I need to finish today
I need to finish this today.
The cracking of time is not helping me.
The nausea of time is following me.
My organs are not working the way they used to.
But they are hundreds around me waiting for him to come to me.
A man walks by in his black coat, he knows.
It is written all over the way he carries his phone.
I keep looking over my shoulder.
Fermenting anger in my views.
I am not filled whith what I think I should be.
I spend my last coin on cigs.
Here lost in middle USA waiting to arrive in CA.
There is still death here just like everywhere else.
Here it is just covered with redwoods and tide pools.
FNB 93009 - 21810 Selections: Lust Traveling
Lust traveling through the exhaled choked air.
Lime, Heineken, cologne, sparkled bar top reflecting light.
Outstanding how my decisions force the next.
Empty and perishing she has a nice hat on.
Only 59.99 for endless DVD’s
FNB 93009 - 21810 Selections: I got what you need to the end of the over
I got what you need to the end of the over
keep it true okay
flashlights acolytes
flashlights acolytes
but can’t see straight alright
I am better here
piece the next thought
I am better here
piece the next thought
what if she can’t be the god of us all
need this
need this
now nothing
the sound is sick
down, that is the desert
better lights
the sound is sick
down, that is the desert
better lights
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