justwrite 24 may

not exactly ready for those steady messages outside the window the library is closing and i have no looks in any books left there are reasons i cannot eat your leftovers your fish sauce is costing everyone a fortune in this cookie i am trying to dye my tie and it's a formal affair to get there from here but each year there are thunderstorms and there are misunderstood norms i am waiting for the carbon-dating to begin but always it is simply the cardboard cut-outs the lunatics on latenight television who cease derision and begin division into thinner selves washing out their mouths with mouthwash not surprisingly hiding the secrets which is what they ought to do because those are not for me and you to know and to dispose of as we see fit we are given staplers and that's it and if we can't make the most of the least then we'll never get the best for fear of turning it to the worst and in this unrehearsed adventure we can hear ourselves shouting out for a cab or a cop or corn on the cob whichever gets there first will have to be the solution and with all the convolution in this experiment i can't really bear to see another animal with so much hair it makes me tired to imagine him fired for the winter and chilling all out no doubt that spring will appear just hanging out no fear life is as it should which is good enough