this year has been bad.
this year has been great.
this year has been shit.
but that's every year, really.
aside from the goddamn global pandemic.
I got to revisit the love of my life.
and think twice about how I conduct my choices.
not gonna make it to midnight tonight.
gonna go to sleep early.
but next year is already great.
because of work and new, poetic love.
so I am gonna go shoot guns into the atmosphere.
with icon303 and wonder what happens.
to the bullets when they plummet back to the earth.
but the real question is...should I wear shoes tomorrow at all?