good, okay, and alright
three sides of an ever-rotating obtuse triangle
“This is not your apocalypse! we all did this so don’t get it twisted”
that’s what he yelled
like one of those fuckers obsessed with poker
we all know one of them
or some of them
i am not the monster i occasionally foster
her name is Martha
i think
i think a lot
articulation is another part of gravity that is best left to the trees
i believe