It rained today and I didn't have your umbrella.

and you think of your new bright doll
and I chew on those words
and I chew on your doll

I need the time to realize what I really want to eat in the morning without deciding to go hungry; sitting on my bed hunching my shoulders and deciding whether your snow is really what's missing. Condolences nowadays have been purely financial or meaningless. I'm afraid of using a foreign tongue towards the city and another towards you. I yelled "Fuck!" tonight when I sat in my car because that's how I've been taking everything. I'm dirtying my mind and all I want to do is wake up with the detumescence of my mouth magically synchronically achieved and clean skin.

I can't lift my pinkie.

I've had an image of this hat since the Norwegian winter day dream I had months ago. And this, like the dream, isn't as serious as I'd hope the walk around Mjøsa would be.

Bacon again

And some from our own