Free sushi is a plus, but I can't help but think of his veins turning into silt.
Someone else keeps an unimpressed languageface under her fingerprints, white space marriage band handing us to different rivers delivering us to our respected cities. Every conversation begins and ends in unison, stressed vowels, then silence. Weak voices articulating consonant embrace, then silence. A look of pity, well of music and we've finished the act, lets go home.

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Told myself I wasn't going to write on this here blog, but I am. I think it's the only proper way to express my daily thoughts. I don't know if I want any of this to be included in any sort of "body of work," but who knows. We'll take it one day at a time.