she is grace

hello tents and gnome caves-

[ache]
[ache]


My back feels as though someone is pressing a corner of an encyclopedia against it.

[ache]
[ache]


My mom fell this morning as i slept; tripping on dog piss on the way down. The winds are intense today. Raining pollen around and on me. I'm allergic to everything green. A day like today would not be placed in my favorite days list.

There is madness and nothingness creeping underneath the kids of downtown sacramento.
bars.
bars.
beer.
beer.
nothing.
nothing.
blank.

i look at those surronding me and ask myself why? why have most minds lost in rebutle of past comings?