poetry falcon's Post
and they don't let up one needs something the other spills everywhere i clean it up and there's a freak out about something else then i freak out but again someone needs something else now i'm kissing a boo boo again on and on feeling sorry for myself and stretched too thin will i ever get to play my goddamn guitar and if i do will i have enough energy to enjoy it these are the thoughts of an eclipse day parenting poet pussy crashing into the high wall of insanity yet sanely observing the jolly good show
By: via poetry falcon
By: via poetry falcon
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