Rain drops hitting my head, get my attention, that the clouds are raining.
Moss invades the siding of the brick building, trying to take over what was once theirs.
The door's archway, is neglected, but it does not feel neglected; it is an archway.
From far away, the girl walking on the cold wet pavement, looks as though she is wearing no shoes.
Fuck you April first, why celebrate fools? You shouldn't encourage them any more.
That tree looks like it has an erection... Wood...
Why don't you tell the story of a dying man? Did you reach him in time?
Those bulb be incandescent, ye shall hark essences of candle scents.
As kids, we all did parkour; our skinned knees were our proof.
The sign says a fire extinguisher's there, just laying inside its glass coffin, upright, being lazy.
Don't let William Carlos Williams eat your plums, or tell you about his red wheelbarrow; that asshole.
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