writing stoned is so loosey goosey i’ll follow any old thought which makes reading it back like chewing through gristle. a sliver of meat your tongue can touch but not reach between layers and knobs of cartilage and tendons. one rubbery lump of fat you hope could be tasty is hard and almost makes you gag. but that touch of the tongue to meat … there’s something in there there’s something in there if only i could reach it. i better log onto tumblr that will certainly help
im living one perfectly ripe delicious fruit to another
