I used to look for monsters
underneath my bed...
Still in
denial...
We stand;
We fall...
It was December now
and Kuebiko noticed that...
Beneath an archipelago of clouds, I find myself
thumb wrestling with words, placing dreams...
Stand in awe
Rule of law...
The summer stretched on
long and hot...
Music was his life
The only life he had...
Once in a while I hold on too tightly,
To these things that might be...
I have spent days
Trying to write this stupid thing...
All desires are subject to parallax
Substructures from the anatomy of dreams extracted...
He stood proud
five-eleven in bare feet...