Occasionally I'll sprawl out words on my mirror,
hoping i can digest them into my mind.
Tarot cards and Jesus don't mix.
Anyone could tell you that.
Air port lights twinkle.
Blinking, telling you how it is.
Certain,
Reassurance is boring.
Who needs it? I don't.
Run Run Run.
Move Move Move.
No pants,
Garage sale cardigans.
Food coloring washed up.
let us be unappreciative,
let us take it all for granted.
Prettyplease.
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