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[softly_crowing]

had dreams.
ran out of band-aids.
& your eyes in the dreams, they belonged to a woman.
things are slow. though i've found a little place, i still
feel like i would just rather be dead.

i've been documenting my quick bad thoughts.
like the one about throwing pepito out the window on the highway.
but i almost jumped in front of the cars. it's okay.
what seems to be never will befriend you.

it would be sooo easy to love jesus and be blind. but those people are crazy.
crazy crazy
crazy