B A O K A

Clues to myself forgotten by morning while moored off the coast of where my mind goes, and it's always away, anchor down and hidden the cay behind the cay. Is that all you've got? Girls are the stronger sex and we are great big babies from the last push or scalpel cut to the wasted and park benched; fuck the aged anyway for getting to see things at least as old as they are more pure than we ever will. Trash in and trash out a million x more a year x the truth x made up statistics; for what your eyes could see, if you ever had the luxury
of looking up from the striving which sustains us, to see. 12ens.