if you can’t inspire yourself to leap blindly into absurdity then how the hell you gonna inspire somebody else can i get an amen
So this is finally finished. On to the next thing.
Just slaughter my emotions why don’t you.
“Confessor. Mother. Father. Ghost. The who
you talk to when you are talking to yourself.
The ocean is one version. Gray green in
sawtooth pearls
all it meets it swallows.”— Peter Campion, from ‘Salt Water’, El Dorado
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