saturday & whateveris planned goes undonebecause hey it’s notlike it isn’t saturdayso just piss right offuntil the middleof next week whenwe look forwardto another & thenshit will get donein anticipationof another day off

the funeral tieundoes itselfagainst all hope

super flowerblood moonis bestkaiju ever

hey someone saidketchup was goodon eggs so I tried it& it’s okay but notearth shatteringwhich is goodI guess becauseotherwise therewouldn’t beany more eggs

whateverthe grassknows itloses whenmown &grows newmemorieseach dewfall yettrees knownothing ofthis sacrifice& tossleaves acrossmorning lawns

between two wordsunfurls infinite spaceto breathe again