that Mississippi accent.
a goal of hotel pushups.
I don't know no routes.
not like this, these.
shoes and blues.
din din here and there.
maybe a rocket game.
I don't know, we don't know.
maybe I'll go see La La Land.
by myself.
and work on Ryan Drag's manuscript.
the cinema of the camp.
it's been four years.
since New Jersey busses.
and king Twitter.
animals were hiding behind Pixies songs.
now I am here.
and she records my southern voicemail.
irony and intense.
not found in any other dish, out.
I will eat a field full of flowers.
to bring back what's gone.
gone is the new year.
celebrate great bitterness of soul.