last time i tried to quit i put things in the right order. confusion broken down is mostly earth and water. just a shower and clothes to put on for a job. one hand in emotion, the other in money feels like cheating. i stick to what i say. questions and history and structure stay private. mother and father sleep in a rose colored house with two dogs. they are in the tenth spring and it’s confusing. there’s a field of clover, and a car on the side of the road. you think how he thinks. you act just like her. forget those mistakes. who told you they were wrong anyway. the pillars are tilted. a mudslide slew everything and they are unrooted. you can not create through his mind. because his mind is his world. word up. fish swim in patterns. shadows solidify what is known..circles in the sand. tell the children that a new one is set inside every morning. build and tear down. head on easy. swimming helps. i linger in the spinach patch when it rains Iike this. we used to live in the desert and here there are puddles.
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