the ache continues for the fourth day waiting for the ice to turn to water so I can pour a bucketful over my dirty head and begin my day a sunny day, that's two sunny days in succession sometimes, life can't be more rewarding savour the sunny days while they last the clouds can gather around anytime and fuck you up or be a buffoon and ignore all of it - the clouds, the sunny days, this life outside, bird screeching continues I am starving already I feel like chopping my head off my ashtray sits like dead jackal on my table its many tails burnt, froth out of its many mouths its ass destroyed by swords it won't come alive again. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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