Odds and ends of words. Crowding of thoughts, desires, wishes not achieved, other possible failures badly programmed, turns life not ordered. Or maybe it does. Fully guided. Who, what, is not the right question. Free for s'motiver, forward or backward, on a thread of life misidentified. Books of philosophy of life to take a ticket for the A (live) Train lay.
My trash is overflowing. Tri. Although not selective. Jeter, fuck the fire. Empty. Pell-mell. I
spring cleaning, and any mess.
At least that is (still) good to breathe, before Monsanto eventually does the dirty work started. I
Taff.
