i don't know how to move from where i am anymore.
but it was beautiful and redeeming and my purpose seemed clear for that moment - to stand with my back straight and laugh and laugh and laugh with great(a your last thought is that you will become a noise another lost and empty noise)gusto
just tired, justly tired. want to touch someone. just my glass of water here. just some music, a banana peel, and my glass of water. Camera a dead eyeball in the corner. I can't be more specific, my deficiencies are manifold. Many folded. Together. An they said to me they said they said that it was folded into itself in their slick jackets and space boots... i'm thirsty for it what is ok for me to write here that is a modifier a sort of chosen static editor butlacking the natural capacity for an editor to be in fact a contributor.
week long paid vacation soon. where am i going to go? i don't want to stay here. a chance to just hop away for awhile.