John Henry

Reset the counter, it's become aleatoric.

I could have sworn I knew your name, that I trusted you, that we were once alone together on the beach holding back the waves with all the might of 1000 children's addled, scraggly, nightmares. We were sickly, we were tired. We were tried and true and sovereign.

I am the sickest.

You can't become another twang upon the grass, scratching and itching after rolling down the hill as if you're covered in bees.

Seeping into the night of a million.


Quantity. Push everything out there into the echelon. Pleasure. I am yours for all time.