esther
you looked greek or roman/naked and your hair up/touching your neck with plump fingers/a statue/still with arms/But trimming them back/starting at your finger nails
you looked greek or roman/naked and your hair up/touching your neck with plump fingers/a statue/still with arms/But trimming them back/starting at your finger nails
Sometimes, when I was younger, I would go to the state line and piss on indiana. Because fuck em, right?
i had a dream that i was sad about something, so i went for a walk around my dream neighborhood. the dream laundromat down the block had been closed down for a while now due to the bad dream economy, but had re-opened as a dream bowling alley. inside there were racks of postcards and goofy shit souvenirs all over the place, like at a truck stop. a lot of people i knew where there, my irl friends and a lot of filler dream friends were sitting at the bar. the dream ex-laundromat now dream bowling alley was too small for full size lanes so they had to be made much smaller. because of the reduced size everyone in the place was getting strikes so everyone in the place was smiling and laughing and happy. it was a nice place too be even though i couldn’t help but think how this must get boring after a while, rolling perfect games all the time. it had to get boring how i imagine heaven had to get boring. it was a mini bowling alley and everyone was getting strikes.
i hate.
