it’s 10 o’clock

gatekeeper in a flame retarded suit

Making people and mending habits and suggesting performance tweaks

I can help you get better gas mileage. I can show you all the best brunch spots.

The tour guide for you to make your way in this world.

I fuck great
I am funny. And on this transitory sight seein spectacular, you will not stop laughing, smiling.

please let me help your slouch and you with your shoelaces. Double knots.
And that bubble gum in your hair

I change you, you’re taller, faster. You can now see for miles and also fuck great.

With a copy of my key and your version of my map,
Redrawn from memory onto a scrap of my
Mail that you stole
You are gone
Executing a version of my routine. Echoing
The very essence of my way, but with a different smell and behind a new set of eyes.

Until then, I wait, not sleeping, laying next to the fire for your movement

I am illiterate and paralyzed.
My muscles have petrified.
I have dismantled the machine for introspection and I have burned the blueprints to keep warm so many winters ago.
I ride the train and fall asleep. I miss my stop frequently.
I like the plan I made with my friend at 15.

I am great and unknown. For better or worse I am not a schizophrenic drug addict mother.

Enter the dragon

i just might be the most fucked up

who wants to dance with me?

sos