A collection of my translations~ and other things.
(written drunk so... grain of salt) Tumeric wisps of smoke above a plastic bowl or two or two tea tree leaves of grass on the counter top cloves in an apple swing around and around the eternal embarassment of some remedy just about as intellectually justifiable as any other medicine aren't you glad you never saw this side of me and my family and my family who the hell are you to acknowledge handshakes and dripping greens metallic bound proclamations of the undying devotion to education picketing leafblowers babies and quadrilingualism cease to be the upright hamfisted wheezing citizen or do you? stand a night in opposition to pickled principles warm vice vice vice vice vice