I made a little pimp outfit and put it in the yard. The bluejay hasn’t come back since. Some weird shit going on with the squirrels though.

Pulled over to let an ambulance go by last night. Called her just to hear her voice.

I want to jump off the atmosphere, catch the next comet to Ganymede, and smoke the opiate of the stars.

Do you remember the way i held your hand under the lamp post and ran home this way so many times i could close my eyes