im rotting my teeth out. yeah some good looks. peeling skin and the salt water running off the spf 30. okay thank banana boat. hot sand and my sunglasses and hat.
a day a day. a day. sticky incoherent bits and rag tag pieces of you dont know what. im just clips and phrases. nothing knowing no one being.
a bit of connected fragments of other people and. some little words. simple sentences. rotted guts.
put me to bed. i have to wake up. i roll over the same songs. alarm clock sounds. the sheets are curled.
ive got a million dreams turned over in those sheets.