On floor, lighting I like, and a fuller than full stemless bowl of the Temp’. Friend sent me a quote today about life, on account of my rebellion within and about negativity. But I’m not even of a sliver’s inclination to gift gloom’s tune a place on my page. I’m going to enjoy my wine, study for a bit— shit, forgot to get new Comp Book. Morning, I swear.
Love this quiet, dark. Others have vices, and I mine— this quiet, no bothering babies, low ambient luminary. Visual poetry, collection, questions, tossing inquiries at the glass door to my right. They fly through the glass and don’t come back. Note more.