justwrite 8 december

whatever they may say may do more harm than a firestorm power drill manhandled by a woman and scorned with coming attractions gleaming behind october eyes hiding disaffected eyebrows with scowls on trial and in denial of affection the collection of start again i'm sorry let me collect let me give an offering take a rebuttal for the fingers are all the talking rage the page has burned my head eyeward and the gleaming scream from the fluorescent hesitant twitches the bulbs sorrowful in its empty naked wirecrossed head the thoughts flashing backward and waiting for the pain to pass cashing in medical laziness a crazy excuse tor inactivity a tendency to add dimensions of pretension to ordinary areas of storytelling well mine was worse because and mine and mine it's all about though there are pieces of good news to use under the pillow tonight let's just check and see how those are coming along and bake our potatoes into our pockets for now