1005 Radar Circles Of Love

O how not to write about trivial shit, to avoid giving them want they want, I meant that, and avoid writing what should never be written. Anyway, how're you? Fucked up and still lying, good. Got to play the game my pop cull sputter, speaking of still, don't say stolen copper! Too late for laying me downs, the flinch hardwired, like the bulldog nipping your ear with love, as you lower your head down to nuzzle; down for, distance and; time & space? Slow cool summer cement?