MilkHermit

you should be happier maybe it's not a happy work but you should be you don't have to live art, after all Are you actually talking about me? Or is that a line or something. i'm talking to you, not about Well. I was just making sure.

in the autumn i lie abed with you an eye twenty eight pages abreast your breath as sages anulled fall is has come

"I live in America and have never seen wheat." Confessions of the modern-day peasant, all-bleached flour and no grain in sight. When she forgot how to grow things she forgot how to grow hearts and my heart needed tending from a blue-eyed aquifer. But she had never seen wheat - only the cold under-earth.

So what are your written secrets? Secret. What's up? Playing anthropologist. What does that mean? I'm looking for peoples' secrets. It's highly scientific. I'm surprised. You never call. I go to bed early lately. And I never talk right by day. Very well. ...Until next. Hm. Fuck it. Until next. Mad? No. I tell you what. I'll tell you what I said. I don't believe you. It has a price. Your time.

for a cat in the hand i give you me. scattered over america like lakes and dips in the field, that warm dry california dirt i love so much. pretermit the obscenities and our usual obituaries allusions to greener times the ground is warm and full of scent. just lift it up! you are an indoor man groomed and adapted to air conditioning and all of those good inventions i like them too. but better are the weeds and tires burning food and satires of summer turn up the radio and clink my glass feel the soil dry as it is just breathe it in and look me straight

tonight let's stick our heads in ovens take the toaster to the bathtub play suffocation with pillows and try again to be teenagers before we could buy alcohol and tobaccer before we understood what it means to be eternal before we knew video games and headphones and just wanted to die in music at night tonight let's go to the lake forget our lifejackets wonder if it's cold and toe the ice and maybe bring our cassette players tonight let's touch fingers and brush shoulders with raccoons sigh a little as the batteries die