dusk

That’s a cool word

A gossamer of thistle .

A thin and thinning substance, like a spider web of thorns…

One could argue…that being stupid is still better than being like you.

And the miseries that keep you up at night…they might be very different from mine..

And people are different.

You’re supposed to celebrate that shit..

No rip off every flavor you like..

Ya know..like a bitch..

And I can put up my hand and press down all that you come at me with..

I can mash it like dough..

Clay..

Loose stool..

And the extra just slips through my fingers as I press, and I’m able to look at it and laugh..

“the nerve! 😆”

Yes yes yes…

The nerve on some people…

🎵🎶 putting me on my knees, telling me move and I’m dead…cause I’m killing all y’all bitches, turning them blue suits red” 🎵🎶- bone thugs, body rott

Everyone in the country has tattoos now.

I know that if something makes its way to North carolina, the trend is already expired..

And if I had sleeves,,

I would want them to be like shattered glass.

Broken and fragmented.

Fractal.

And if I changed my mind, I would want them to be like ivy.

Plants drooping and dripping down full of flowers and insects

(and thorns)

Yes..

Thorns too.