Wednesday, January 3, 2018

i make another angel yawn and tell mister it's for real. he verifies me.

i want a pastoral life at sea. i want to be a simple painting on canvas whose age is a fine patina and implies no time.

i yawn and make another angel. lazy, i fantasize another world, while this one makes me tired and want to lay down making angels where i would sleep.


 

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