This is what I think of a man wearing a Utilikilt
If you wrap your celery in tin foil before placing it in the fridge it will last for weeks
and it will still be fresh and crisp when you pull it out!
First get a bucket of warm water, not to hot, with a cup full of Epsom salt
Allow salt to dissolve before placing your feet inside. Once the salt has dissolved, place
the arched with its final ache
You know
I think of you for free
I think of you searching for Sugar Man
Let’s dismiss our time together
as simply a by-product of American country music
as physical recovery, as well as, a difficult moment
Plain Sharpies do not work
I drive a truck, it carries money
Rest your bones. Somewhere far from my house. Yeah
What do I think of when people text me “bahahaha” instead of “hahaha?”
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What’s red and smells like blue paint? Red paint. That’s right
Of course there are no significant details yet, there are few points
But there’s lots you can do, and lots you wish you did
in a scalable manner
Without the bizarre origins of ingenious inventions we couldn’t live without
the sky would be empty
Everyone wants to be a Guardian of the Galaxy
He’s got all kinds of time
There are windows flying in blue heat. A room that flies
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Hull does not recognize him, and explains that his visit is to inform him about his brother’s killing spree and disappearance
He thinks of throwing up. The fever, the focus
We cannot judge such a period of transformation by its own consciousness
He thinks he’s in Colorado with a girl left behind by the circus
He thinks he sees daylight
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What does a man think of when he thinks of nothing?
Maybe he’s lost his gutter-devil
or he’s crushing on you
The Giver starts transmitting more and more painful memories to Jonas
Then he tells him that he thinks he’s proud, insulting, and pretty. Quite the cocktail of qualities
She thinks of
a blue nonchalance
Songs shipwrecked on an album
She thinks of nothing but papergreen
She never thinks of her husband’s name when she thinks of her husband
He is an athlete, a compliment, a dust jacket
When they were universally mocked, “Hooves,” my mother said
Her mind has become Decembered
It all sounds very friendzone-ish, but hell, if you’re determined talk to her
Women are paying attention to your underwear
in their stone shade
Because yes, she’s looking. And yes, she cares
She feels surprised and unready
She thinks of small, last-minute advice and instructions she wants to give
They think she is a plate of meat, or the battlefield of the body
She thinks she is a photo while they look at her
