martes, 17 de octubre de 2017

Twigs

Sometimes, in the mornings, I can only think about people as branches, as twigs. Actually, it is as thin, elongated longitudinal slices of trees with two thin branches and little foliage. That is what people are in my head until I can thread the fibers of cortex into a comprehensive set of features, a face.


Written 18-09-2017

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07-09-2018

I feel bitter I feel like a dirty old rag that only bickers I should get that whiskey to feel as shitty as I deserve