happy moths

a farewell salute to the vacuum
from forming happy moths and
our arm's slowish waving


Y chlking.

Y chlking.

i, goldenrod.

i, goldenrod.

"there’s not a lot to go on.  fasting."

"there’s not a lot to go on.  fasting."

"a ritual clubbing kind of thing.  it might seem bleak.  and it is.  that doesn’t have to be a big sad thing."

"a ritual clubbing kind of thing.  it might seem bleak.  and it is.  that doesn’t have to be a big sad thing."

"i don’t know.  there’s stuff up close.  there’s stuff afar.  i don’t know."  

"i don’t know.  there’s stuff up close.  there’s stuff afar.  i don’t know."  

"mr hehe"

"mr hehe"

"i don’t know man.  she looked like she needed help.  lesson learned."

"i don’t know man.  she looked like she needed help.  lesson learned."

"mopey mopey mopey."

"mopey mopey mopey."