lookin for bruises on the t
(I) It's back during shorts season. They comfort me that most have some and do not even see, the purple lets them close their eyes so it can vanish quickly while they swing on the poles and play ipods. I fancy that, though most have at least some, they cannot possibly all have fatal bleeding disorders. This like much of my brain's garbage bears a bright vinyl, statistical comfort. (II) I must be made of negative space as bills arrive for diseases I do not have, listings are found for jobs I don't want, "I always feel like my mind isn't as clear as it could be, like I'm in a dream and can't wake up.."