they clean themselves, heads bend and disappear into their bodies, spasmodic ups and downs. hand puppets emoting shame.
here's to all the surfers, stuck in the pipe eternal
Like a mushroom in my head...
crawling down the river without a sound...
...Nothing can be taken for granted. The world disappears if you don’t keep it up...
so i thought as the subway wobbled on its tracks...and about dishwashing
a philly diary/story, various and plentiful as an empty lot's accrual...
A videogame creator's vision comes to a close...Doug and Elaine just keep living their lives...
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Days in the Undertow