i don't want to do anything right now.
i just want to sink into my bed.
softly and slowly. sinking.
sift between the sheets. to silence,
to no one and nothing.
nowhere.
where the wild things are is coming out
next week(?)
it makes me daydream too much.
about stories.
all i know right now is that
i ate too much garlic chicken.
and my insides are coiling snakes.
coiling snakes on fire.
blehh.
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