In the stillness of a windless day,trees stand full, and proud, and straight.
He was in a poem once, alive at the beginning, dead by the middle, haunting me at the end.
Beaucoup de musique de Miley on the air—As one may imagine, there is a Rihanna button, and it iswhat you push when you enter the control room, and
Now when I get personalI have only one thing to say(a dead gay once told me,
Don’t dream it’s over you don’t know what’s it’s like it’s like that & that’s the way it be near me be near
Seeing again your face […]
I am going to disappear in Belmont,after taking a walk in intermittent rain.I will vanish one day in Belmont—don’t correct me—
Here’s to the innards and ubers
Nobody, my father said, could get so manyscrapes and scratches accidentally:without them I probably would not have liked it so much.
Requisite dog bark. Far off.No response.