texts from my friends
"look at my new tattoo"
"do not go gentle into that good night,
old age should burn and rage at close of day;
rage, rage against the dying of the light."
-dylan thomas
"is this yours?"
my long lost ring that got swallowed by dixon
is found again.
AND
i got presents to myself in the mail.
three rimbaud poems a day, thank you.
"And from then on I bathed in the Poem
Of the sea, infused with stars and lactescent,
Devouring the azure verses; where, like a pale elated
Piece of flotsam, a pensive drowned figure sometimes sinks;"
and oh, my jack.
reading him is like coming home.
HAPPY WEDNESDAY!
don't get parking tickets like me.
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