~Aelpheus

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i woke up walking beside pale england, who asked me slow questions, and for him i would stoop and lift up the answers from the dirt and hubris of the world.

wheras the night before, i could pick those answers like screaming rays from the sky, where ideas penetrated the canopy of blackness like intense white streaks of ecstatic light!


and i can tell you, i love her each day, and my love grows to cover all of everything, and yesterday, so drunk on port, when i called everyone to see what i could see, that sun setting for one more day triumphant through the translucent field of barley.

in bed with dirty feet i think about the aphids on the strawberry leaves

Billie Holiday.
Please?

exam week












sucky

i slept on my doorstep last night.

next time i go drinking, i shall remember my key.