my nature loves a vacuum

maturity isn't a critical incident
a dirty needle
I don't know what happened
I'm now mature

mastercard minutes
Rush
sirens of coffee

worryaway
Mount more
of
sin faces

none of them, shaped like a god

bruxism

we need a cliche for drop dead burning eyeball fatigue anger. don't we?

damned anyway yankee

I'm asking Jeter into my heart. Jesus had the last 35 years. or so. Its time to walk to the mound and take the ball away.