horoscope says: more complications on the way, cause boys make girls cry and worry when they too quickly forget how to be friends.
400 cigarettes later and things will settle, reassured with red wine on my lips. my starchy fingers on this dusty keyboard will have stretched and loosened.
In the back of my throat (the very place where, precisely twenty times a year, the aches would start bent back with your uneven teeth) rhythmic vibrations regurgitate an occasionally missed covert regimen complete with spit stains.