you're always ready for a photograph looking out for what isn't there. a cut in the line, jarred and misplaced. stacks of uselessness. hanging around for dozens of reasons when actually it's one. headers and footers make us up with constraints.
fortunes of the day accidentally discriminating
what important facts do we remember the day by
the forgotten forget their days
waiting for instructions that never arrive
makeshift gifts give good vibrations
we're always moving towards the fall
the weight of the water. breaking. california. funeral. listeners. news of new year resolutions and you don't keep it real you make it. days of (im)balance
reading books of matches
and I miss the way you swung the hatchet
cutting things down
shift of usual riff
contemplation in bus and train stations
missing matching socks
longing for friends, forever gone
imperfect, unique, feelings
looking around, suspicious
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