contemplating the mess of things
contemplating the mess of things today i can tomorrow i'm working on it walking out in the wilderness of winter lose my sense of smell and direction face numb eyes…
leaving myself
leaving myself nothing ahead carried much promise behind was a scorched wound of despair i was alone again older less hopeful than i was a year ago even a week…
mr. miyagi has left the santa fe mcdonald’s
mr. miyagi has left the santa fe mcdonald's there are no mirrors in the men's restroom and the staff has to buzz you in *after* you buy something stress…