these annual pitstops come round like we fell asleep in the afternoon sunroom & woke up finding dark thats there like a wall is there & then winter too
best do what your body tells you says the neighbour lady shes hissing at the cats on her lawn but i say to the neighbour lady if i listened to my body i would be asleep on the toilet all the time choking down carbs
asleep we are all mad making up crazy tales in the foggy anxious stew and unrefreshed we evacuate and head on and up and out till the pages of the day are all stuck together in a brick less developed than the primordial cup-a-soup we probably came from