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Hey Siri, Take a Screenshot
sunset clouds spread out like tiger stripes,
wired stereo earbuds that never fit right;
ATONEMENT
Music plays. There is a calm atonal reverb.
This Nightmare of Skin
There is no escape from this skin, she said;
All my lovers are junkies
Kenny comes down like a kite wrestling the wind, leaping from gust to gust, pushing skyward against the inevitable fall to earth, but always with an eye to the ground, looking for that patch of grass, a soft landing instead of concrete. Even an astronaut succumbs to gravity sometimes.
Dog Pit / Tooth Fairies / Waxstration
Dog Pit / Tooth Fairies / Waxstration