Tuesday, October 14, 2014

beckon

this originated in bremen, germany. accomodated by a young friend. indulged on such a stifling, quiet night.

list scribbled, insults scratched. counted approximation over fifty, doubt smirking. another list of shuddering shit and a thought that feels trivial:

i kept someone particularly so i can have someone to write letters to. i liked having someone i felt a coward to tell a truth to, in which i turn to composing these enveloped things to hand out so goddamn sweetly. i don't have that now so scratching lists and scribbling insults will do.

bremen, germany? guess of the word i have cutely associated with that little city.

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