day....smthn

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day four
a bit cool for my liking
or i am still chilly from last night.
shorts, t-shirt, alaska...
three words that dont complement each other.

hit me in the face,
the blunt hit harder
and all i did was strike up a friendly drunken conversation
topic: religion
reason: to these daze still unknown,
suspected terrorist cell dubbed grim hellion
grim.

tk put his head down.
taller that a god,
darker than hershey special dark
my camera felt dumb as it left two people out of the picture.
tk raises his head
hit him in the face,
the blunt hit faster.

go on spontaneous thought,
binge binge re-binge...
then purge.

a day of sitting is always something to be admired
unless you've no ability to walk,
for that, i lack empathy, but understand your envy.
ouch.
ouch.

ouch.

lakers and magic
ulu blades flying daggers
flaying hide
and here i sit basement side purple painted wallflower,
ignoring the outside.
sit sit and for billy's/holmes/simpleton-texan/ sake,
re-sit.

read a book.
read the web.
recuperate and rape...
the fridge got raped.

we went walking,
but the post dramatic stress from such a carnal fridge ordeal..
well, it made me forget.
bum. lover of those lazy days.

tomorrow will be big.
but no bigger than other days