communications.

it isn't that nothing is happening,
its that all the same stuff is all that's happening.
over and over and over.
yep.
rainy sleep hypnotism at night;
tattbombs all damned day;
maybe a cigar here and there,
just to make my face taste worse in the event of kisses.
some weeks are harder than others,
and some days are longer than most.
bad news,
big hellos,
small goodbyes,
too much food,
and sprankles.
teleport:

yup.
sweets for my face,
after overeating everything else.
and a little romance here and there:

and bread baked twice as toast for breakfast:

uh-huh.
it's all just the same ol' things, neighbors...
oh.
right-
i did tattoo the twentieth penis of my career yesterday.
words on a ween.
that's what the week could be summarized as.
limp, bloody, and disappointing.
that's it;
never quiet, never soft.....