stiff.

I can't say I'd die for

much.

the scent of the wind,

come spring

a stiff, thick, sparkling,

prize of man,

a drink

& the waves, the water

the ocean,

will

(we'll) ALL come

soon.

today.

life discourages me from finding the purpose of existing.

soon.

"she sucked my balls

I made her tea

& we were we"

S O O N