frust

roll down ridges
plump, fat
and gagging
on empty atmosphere.

roll up ridges!
roll up into sockets.
heave in, automaton.

you've run old-need-facade
and never returned.
but still heave in, automaton.
still heave-ho!
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my to-do list was:
1) reduce my carbon footprint
2) reduce my junk food vegetarian diet
3) film something
4) write to oblivion

but i seem to be doing everything halfway.

day old blues again, i need me some kings
circa when the hearts were going rip-rip.