birthplace,
birthplace 35 The poor don’t have a hell. They argue on the earth. There are guns so soft and so heavy that rabbits think rabbits die of silence. Anymore, television tells me what I’m watching. Worship comes before belief. Look, I took the pills. I took them to disappear from my want of attention. The moon’s one dream is about the moon being out.
kingsoftrain 
Leave a comment