traipsing, highways, traveling bodies.

frenchfries, quarters, mediosa.

pilgrims, pistols, pistachios,

plain yogurt, yesterday and today. breathing for tomorrow.

orgasmic. looking for something more, to cleanse your sadness but between bodies, possibly an interlude, background, becoming a leyline into a prettier picture. or just an over all uplift, a gratification. something that steals the soul, and brings it up and out of stagnant pond scum, and pushes it towards oblivion, a higher state of being, purer than ecstacy.

do more. be more. say more, expect more, suggest more, play more, breathe more, hug more, livemore.

til then, im a free agent.

Today i lost my shoes.

I am a light-bulb

I am a pretzel

I am crutches

I am a pogostick

I am a fall on the road

I am a bystander of my own actions

I am a victim of my own reality

I am a time traveler's wife