A collection of my translations~ and other things.
(written drunk so... grain of salt) What keeps me awake? coffee? I start to doubt atoms and drunken oppressive slumbers that oh! if only you were privy to want to wake up in warmth disguised words to other about the otherness to lead back to any semblance of a conversation about all that matters disjointed disconnected segways of obsession and the kind of summer solidarity and sympathy and nobody tell me this was evil! I tire of cynicism and I tire of closed throats tired of organ dysfunction I retire to costume parties to entreaty on a chaperone to notice you or I would have done if this had not been the day I didn't want to to sit in the shower reckoning my merit as one might be oft to do