two soft windows yellow and fuzzy like sleepy eyes cut through the night

HER FACE IS UGLY AND

UN

RUST

WORT

HY

AND SMARMY.

there are a few different worries that come to my mind prematurely. I am a bit uneasy today. I’m wandering looking for the next good thing.

WHAT WENT WRONG? They are atrocious. He touches every surface with his hands - the blue seat of the subway car electrifies his fingers.

HIS SOUL IS AN INDIGO STOMACH.

A BIG BLUE ORB ON THE MYRTLE WYCKOFF PLATFORM.