falling water ,

i cant find my journal inside the clutter i do not take kindly to typing these days because it’s an easy way to erase and modify my thoughts although if i was born a little bit sooner i maybe could have been the world’s best typewriter.

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we find dark hounds thrashing , coyotes howling , it’s easy to interpret everything as terrifying , there’s a heavy magic in this soil

roadside conversations remember ! the angels slaughtered humans ! grey silk iris , white cotton fingernails - they came with bells !