three thousand words a day

just keep transcribing this tumble of sickness and sweetness and light and shade until you reach the limits of your language listen to the timbre taken out of context and into subtext strap it down and submit it to paper cut it with razor laser focus finders keepers losers creepers steep tea while you wait for the right words to come come come here and let me tell you why i do what i do how i do it to stay present peculiar particular about the shape of stuff and junk punk who never really grew out of her boots bound to misbehave again