Each day rolls on by the spokes of a wheel. Sometimes, I wake up too late, end up choking on the steel instead of eloping with the dream. Night creeps in and I'm screened out on the porch again, finally able to acknowledge that hope's morning whisper has morphed into a scream. Seems I just missed her.

Choke

The Basics Of Basically Dicking Around

A thought I had while turning over logs in my back yard

River Song

Updated version of a poem I wrote about fighting with your significant other, specifically that battle between screaming FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN FUCK and the tiny voice in your head like no wait.....love me

Featuring my dish washer.

Love Me

Drift away tired friends, pleasant dreaming.

feet beets for sound sleep

my life just now, disclaimer: i have no idea what i'm doing

Friday 06:14 PM

Just played F and D for basically 10 minutes. Zone out.?☁️✨

Little_Mouse