justwrite 1 june

i find i have delayed all entries the sentries are not amused
we abuse our knees and imagine our knees differently than they ought to be to bend
to fend for ourselves we will need more foil
the foils toil in endless self-deprecation
the deception is hereditary
here and there-y
a scary ware to sell
let me tell you i will not make it to the bottom of this page
boots all the rage so stylish and comfortable
the confrontable concerns none of my own
your misfortune is
the hot dogs that spoke too soon
i will carve that antelope moon
i will suggest alternatives
let me delete this street and start again
just like parting the water
a sideways ponytail
let's consider ourselves lucky