a frustrated young individual born of the late 20th century sat down in their favorite cafe buried in a borough of the big apple with cigarette in hand & a little memo book---
when you agreed to come you were told that not many people would be here you were told that no one you knew would show you were told a lot of things but now, as the door opens &
teeth gnashing teeth grinding breaths coming sporadically & each time the seizing feeling rips through feels like one step closer to the end legs doing a dance all their own
se déplaçant lentement la tête de la gauche vers la droite que le ciel s'ouvre à la lumière night-club avec le globe scintillant avec les produits chimiques se précipiter dans les veines