All day every day.

Why you gotta make everything weird, man? Is it not obvious that this isn’t the place for
that? You make the rest of us look like trash.

I feel the same about mine, it’s all over the place. A little of this and a little of that.

I was caught unawares by your accent, I was quite curious how you sounded, this was not at all what I guessed. Lovely. Even better.

I don’t know what it is…something about your eyes or wry smile… I like you instantly, and know nothing about you. You look like the sort of person that could make good jokes.

🤣

I look back on words and I don’t know them.

Labor

But where are your knife fingers?

14. I am not healing.
I am learning
to live
without
the wound
always explaining itself.

Why must we take these photos and translate their whispers
For those to cannot sing?

This is an outstanding piece, I can see it, hear it and feel it, almost as though I had been there, yesterday, watching.

Aye.

They later shot the dog for not being able to speak English and deported its corpse to El Salvador.

Are there any men like that left

That’s not new.

Highly disturbing. This bothers me more and more.

I dreamt it possible and was slain by perverse doubt and delayed vengeance.

It looks like a straw mushroom withered from the heat, they typically separate like that in the summer.

Hee.

😆

Surely, but first we have to reprogram happiness, about how it isn’t found in a box, a powder, a pill or a bottle. Then we might have some money to understand.

I don’t agree, both things stem from the same place of lingual execution. That American society (from Europe) was sexist before slavery, and European society has evolved faster in regards to sexism and racism says something. It might be harder for Americans, but not harder in general.

I will hatch the eggs from the other chickens, but a rooster and breed those chickens. They are my freedom chickens. I will eat their eggs and bodies tax free. When the patrons fund my new chicken tree, I will use their largess to build an off camera chicken enclosure and continue my chicken empire.

When the chicken does not grow at the end of the year, I will plant another chicken, and tell the federal government that my chicken tree did not yield and therefore the crop was a total loss, the only assets I have gained are in corn, and therefore “expense” and untaxable.

I’ll plant one chicken for the future, and feed the others corn, as market research on chicken planting. I’ll make an IG and YTlive to monitor the chicken tree’s progress, give it a patreon, and walk on camera twice a day and poke the earth with a stick. Every dollar I earn, I’ll buy more corn.

All of them.

I am doing neither of those things.

Mind your eye, you cannibal.