SMOKE/SEA/SCREEN - Love is A NEVER ending BATTLE with...

selfish impositions deck my halls with sounds of folly

it's a foie gras Christmas in Bloomington Illinois....

the pacific reaches me much further faster

its like a dozen of your mermaids descended upon me all around someone's funeral

that I couldn't attend

NOW THERE'S NOTHING LEFT BUT CHERRY TREES.

Looking into my own skies I find a birth and am lost for what to call myself as all things come to ludicrous misapprehensions

when thoughts fight like trials amongst utter stalemated extensions of love.

THE DOT IS HERE.

She swerved to the side and asked me two questions:

1. DO YOU SMOKE?

and

1. I 'LL BET YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVORITE FAGGOT TO BURN WITH

~r.