i may not make the title. oh well.
life is getting slower and slower every day
like i'm sinking into the mud
and the oil is getting on my pants.
in case you didn't know, things don't come out of
we both keep having dreams while waking
and while working.
dreams don't come so easy at night for me.
while is such a silly word.
progress comes in bursts, like most things bodily:
strength, puss, blood, pimples.
progress is far more physical than it seems.
i wrote a guide to try to remember things:
painted stone eyes
grandma drowning us
the end comes soon. providence, the dive, and all of that.