12 december

if there's no point in venturing we'd best just go to sleep / i held my breath past dinner time but there are words to post and stars to swallow: why are all the recipes broken, the scripts unquoten, the hairs outgrown? like a rolling pocket stone the timely zone of opportunity claims immunity as it ticks the tocked clock chock block of incandescent lenses - all that time pretends as the garden falls - off we go and turn the page - remember future days