Journal: 3/9

I type less letters in a moment every day.

That’s what you told me.

They all say their fingers are flaking off and I see a cloudless sky.

Will poems get shorter as commercial breaks get stronger?

Lucky for me, the new music I hear sounds really good right now.

It must be really good.

One of those weeks and jumped from Monday to Thursday.

I feel like I’m drinking.

Maybe it sounds so good because they both use too much reverb.

Sitting back instead of typing.

It’s only coffee—cheaper.

My window is almost made of bricks except for the sky.

And space.

This isn’t 20 lines.

SETTING SET ME UP

Trashed again wooden deck leaves out
grainy and a pain paintball brains.
GET OUT

Excuse the sky and kiss me we need
March recess on & on & on & off.
GET OFF

We’re all fucking
up chuck all over please shut up
Jesus carved his name on my soul
forgot how to using sandpaper.
GET IT GONE

More blisters than footprints make
simple times complex makes forced regret
make up.
GET IN

Everyone quit drinking
thanks a lot, now the world’s flooded.
Everyone quit smoking
and the world’s a colder place
safe for after life, they say
GET ON

Please break please we hug it all out
yes, the pervie hug always
try living in a wall and see who
GET IT ON

Downtown was my revolutionary war nickname
we got faded holograms to prove it
for sake of many marbles let’s roll.
GET HERE

Why is the spam I get better than anything I write?

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