Forgetting clearly

Only in stillness, but still, it's coming.
A great leap for everyone to take together.
through the hoop now, crowd's waiting. oh, how they'll laugh and cheer.
their hands will touch each others and we'll all go home satisfied
or never have to- we all have to move to get to a circus.

This fuckall machine is screaming at me dammit!
perhaps, after my collegiate life fades into shadowy regret, I'll take the backspace key off of this machine.

because, like the earth, i do not create waste

i use everything i create or recreate it.

Compost bitch!

--and compost he did, until the weight of his words were transformed through his fingers to feed the masses of the northwest the great shit they hope to read when they get lonely enough to stumble this way.