After a hundred years,
I've decided to write again
because those years were dull.

See, I know you, don't think I don't
those intelligent papers won't fool anyone.
Tie your shoes and run the mile,
after which we will share a drink again.

my head is filled with conversations

it's full.
lets meet later,
i need to tie up the threads together. 

WATER

WATER, WAter, water.
it flows downstream.

look

no grown up talks here.
k.

letters are like feathers

Peacock feathers are book markers,
Quentin Tarantino's a rich soul,
Red sand boxes are quite old,
Stanley's a queer brick,
Teletubbies are weird freaks

dusty dreams

take me to bed, tangled in mops.
these chores are tiring.

but also yes.