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body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

bullets of black ink

a sleep with so many dreams. cats with human faces. and her, always there. i'm a married man, i have two families, a baby. making a cd.

waking to see her face, and the glaring sun through green leaves.

rip this page from the history book. it's going to rain.

i've never seen my dad crouch down and cover his head with his arms. i just realized this yesterday. i told spike, and she said, "yeah, you have known him for quite a while, huh?" and i said, "yeah, only my whole life." quite a long time never to have seen him doing that. but then spike and i crouched down together, so i can't say that about her.

rain and eclipses. calls from new york. ian called, said he was watching the eclipse. here it was day and cloudy. i was sitting in the garage with the classical guitar, a grey cat and an orange cat, their coats thick from the cold, and spike. the stone floor was cold, and the rain dripped off of the open garage door, the rain dripped everywhere, poured, pounded. water can make everything beautiful. i appreciate water. i am alive, and there is water. that will not last forever.

never embers november.

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