“this is a fine swampland of intended lines”
this is art (i think
does it matter what i think supremely
or what we think collectively?
sorry, irrelevant) so this isn’t art. so what?
anyway. these are words I stole
from April 22.
I don’t remember his last name
but he’s in my small notebook now
and your head
and we are commenting on each other’s souls, so
being civil is the least we can do
and we are doing it, so congratulations
no one will drown
in this fine line of swampland
while we stare at skulls and mutter mediocrity
and then laugh, and put on warm socks, and carry on and