zoom zoom Current mood: confident Category: Writing and Poetry
i left my cell phone at homelike e.t. or Macaulay Culkin i was there in my car all alonethough the conversation was dry i was driving while writinguntilli turned on the radioand in the middle of the showi drove into the lake belowand there became one with the anciant treeand as we started to growwe became wan with the worldpaving the roads with deep blue leavesand tiny little seads i kept hidden up my sleavesand just before my roots are shaken freei seeclearlya releaseof constant energypulsing forthfrom the northbenieth the icy coldi loaththe snowpathing the wayto demention number 5the king lays amazedbetrayedmisplacedand in our due haste equiped with natures gracewe cut off the mother fuckers face
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