Monday, January 02, 2017


Add a bee or two on each bloom and that's a fair approximation of the inside of my head on a good day.  Not being melodramatic.  It just is what it is.  The New Year doesn't seem to have given me any greater a facility for words.  There are strobe light images accompanied by stabs of pain, but not much in the way of a discernable, translatable language. 

Fuck it. 

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