#1894

the bell sounded thin,

or morning hour exhausted,

like a mashed tin can

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From words on page 182 of All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy (Picador/Pan Books, 1993).

#1893 (#161)

my brickish wonder

the foundation that keeps me

strong, level, stood up

#1892 (#160)

a day cleaning cells

the things i saw in tjoekie

made me change my ways

#1891 (#159)

truth universal - 

we are all zoolaters

to some degree, no?

#1890 (#158)

the perfect balance

the ambiversion of me

functioning just right

#1889 (#157)

a nook-shotten pub

in an old village with friends

but in my mind's eye

#1888 (#156)

too late for this shit

couldn't start a hype cycle

haven't got the balls