Rain. Coltrane. ____’s lament. I haven’t seen the moon in 15 nights. Maybe it’s because my apartment faces north. Maybe it’s because we live approximately 5658 miles apart. Maybe it’s because she writes her poetry herself now. Someone talk to her on my behalf and ask her if I can go to sleep. I’ll stay up a little more though.
Anonymous asked: Hi! =)
Namaste. How you be?
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I feel like some kind of successful underground neuroscience experiment, funded by the government. Like I’ve been developed in test tubes by illegally smart people with face masks and barcode tattoos on their hands during a Siberian winter. Like one of Weapon X’s less dangerous projects. Like the sun is gradually triggerin’ preset thoughts of something I don’t usually know.
Or, I really don’t dig summer.
