dots. last few weeks

slightly obsessed.
self entertainment.

contagious.

8.4.10, almost

Lines crossed and crissed-
hissed past like the hoop of the hoola-
Maui-her-
print. ink.. deep in my blood.. veins..

needles and needs.. years.
fears_less with the blossoms up high.

i can fly.

high high..
not in the Land of Nod-
tossing upon the 7th ground.
yesterwinks.

i got songs and they're not for you.

bop at the stop and go of us-bus..
i tap to the lack of drops
today-golden.
yellow..

but not really,
all is clear.

the link of who we all are-
what we desire.
speaking for myself-
penetration.

a blunt spear.

rays.
raising.
my chin.

... shall i not let the horizon of helpful blue be my influence..

should i not question ..

enjoy without doubt..

like a porous hell,
shell.
the beauty seeps in with all of the rest. there is no filter.

so much green.
so much green..
yet, i clench and the brick between my temples grows..

like a wet sponge...
as her elbow invades my moment of glee..

please, set me...