Adress redress: I can't stop thinking, thinking, this thinking, god, it's a long, long line, like a dance, like the lines of ginsberg poems, like it's smoke curling in secret silent places and longer than limericks, longer than lili's laugh (and that can go on let me tell you!) and my hands aren't assertive am, they're not, i can't slap slow sleep away, i'm awake and my threads run thin, damn mira, maybe it's more this time, maybe I'm musk and then I'm just maybe I'm MUSK. Maybe. M(f)uck, m(f)uck, m(f)uck.
posted by fuzzkill 3:19 am