justwrite may the fourth be with you

trash the cash that came before the can and scan it into the gifthorse's mouth the cart where art uneven plays havoc or wreaks it while freaking out the neighbors who have just arrived having survived some unmentionable move out of a groove while hanging on the needle wheedling their way into daylight with each bright season no reasons for their calling just stalling out while talling up it's harder than it looks and the cooks baking those books into bedknobs are hobgoblins in the making faking passports out of paper planes and staining the rain to drain spinach leaves into disbelief the grief unrelenting having spent every ending of every other night biting nails and hammering out further doubts when the stomach churns in disgusted confusion reaching out for the safety of edible illusions taking big bites and swallowing all the air up there what i mean to say is there is only up but there is also down and i have got to say something or i will be silent and i have got to make mention of the menu it's a can-do approach but can you broach such a topic with subtropical beauty of mangoflavored sunset the best yet to drum its chords into scores of videos i am about to watch because they are there