You've been forewarned of the shake-shakedown. Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand gossip that's stacked at your door. You swallowed the last of free MA. Car starts, four windows ...

There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes; I threw them to the sea, but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes that you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you ...

I put on my overcoat and walked into the winterMy teeth chattered rhythms. And they were grouped in twos and threes,like a morse code message was sent from me to me. and cars on slippery slopes were ...