retroactive tears for the man I thought you wouldn't become (log) by rosetinted

i have affection for various large objects why should the kraken be any different? tentacles stir against the dry, endless diamonds of the sky. the flatlands. somewhere, a drum is stirring, a voice in the market is calling out.

various objects - hurtling outwards and inwards at all speeds from either border, the salt lake, the cannibal pass. six cylinders, yes - but rusting.

stir

did time pass? did he pass, no, just silence, uncomfortable. the wind stirs. there is a voice calling out in the market. above, silk snapping against steel struts.

“dissociating, kindly fuck off”

Motives are unclear. Methods are incidental.	and then his words silenced my noisy thought	No point in mentioning the bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.	A thought that may have passed in the mind of the busboy at the cafe where I often find myself
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.	Diagnosed with 6 months to live, I become a one-man-army	A Good Man From New Jersey	He comforted me when he thought I needed it, but never when I really did
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little	dissociative	April 13, 2019	Donny Becomes a Man
And your very flesh shall become a great poem	The Last Unenlightened Man in the Universe	The Man Felt an Iron Hand Grasp Him by the Hair, at the Nape. Not One Hand, a Hundred Hands Seized Him, Each by the Hair, and Tore Him Head to Foot, the Way You Tear Up a Sheet of Paper, Into Hundreds of Little Pieces	How to Become a Fruitarian 3
Make me one of you	Let not thy worship of the lord overshadow thy responsibility to thy fellow man	I thought ALL women looked for a wedding ring when they talked to ANY man	A silence that escapes, how it plagues my wandering thought
You can't see a man die hundreds of times and not think him immortal	Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast	Edgar Allan Poe