guys i need help, I'm a rambling gambling backslider who has been running on for a long time, but I think God might be about to cut me down

my wife is aura farming writing fiction on top of a stack of cinderblocks overgrown with wet grass. i just want to run our errand

burning time until your meds are ready to pick up? no problem, we'll buy a drink, walk around the block, see a matinee. be back in a 15 minutes

i like attributing my inspiration to the god. i don't think I've written anything so good that God Most High had to have inspired it. must be one of his angels or something. the god.

the hill that's out our window i like to watch its streets the cars that drive and traffic lights like a dollhouse in my sight i just think that it's neat

toxic follower gap relationship: highbie with a lowbie partner who always wants a signal boost on every post

I knew a wintry way of walking in the field i bowed to farming fey i thanked my stars the yield

we abhor the sins in order of least to most satanic

life is mildly infuriating then you die

once sleek iron shields held tender noble hands ate blood on war crow's fields and sank to war's demands he made a name for him out among the spears and died on battle's whim beyond all trifling fears

what I thought I was ordering: an apron what was delivered: a napron

I knew a bird who always tried to hang the line it's fine i knew a bird i saw its wings within that thinly coated thing that song it sings i saw its wings

drugs that get you high, like fizzy lifting drinks for example

there's no time left to lose you see we're strung up on this autumn noose automatic with the loosest threadbare plan i ran and ran and lost the plot for years and fought back tears this hard-won truce now i won't lose another hour i will use what has been always ours

i wandered endless rooms with you i saw my tomb where I would one day lie on top a yellow burning pile beneath a wavy pool i knew i'd lie

to the Genii of the Faint Blue Home a narrative poem linneaisaac.com/poems/to-the-g…

your face glowing like the venerable buddha i prayed to God knowing that i would lose my way winter evenings showing me the walkway homeward your face is still glowing i'll get lost here again

i don't have that much time I spent it all on luck and lost it all today my love and now today I'm broke i'm writing every day so my heart I'll keep for if i stop I'll never write the work I see when I'm asleep