The fulminating satisfaction for testing day-to-day disproofs, the momentary self complete with expectations and propriety, relationships in theory and intention, multiplicitives versus division: can I call falling all of me?

There is more than decomposition. There is more than these, the tumultuous rigors of breaking down. Singular in life, atomistic in essence, am I my actions, not more than my parts including my potential yet unquantified?

The fluvial flow, ever-running…

Unfortunately, our proximity puts you no closer to me. Sweet serenity, deliver me from this need to plead for old creeds.

I am such a schmuck?

Haven't I always been?

What's the difference then?

Sometimes I forget the real importance of a short-term memory.

Foster a monster - I loved an idea once, but then I lost her.  

I've been thinking about you and I (and an element of change).

My tongue tastes the grooves along the backs of my teeth as I wait to eat.

Bourbon bottles set aside, intoxicnt dreams go bloodstream swimming.

I desire your fire for  heat and light, despite burns. I'll never learn.

Crutches are cool, but at first, I was kind of shakey on them. That is just a fact of life: you have to learn to stumble before you can learn to hobble. Then I got my bearings and loosened up a bit. With some confidence and bravery - I am a very brave, brave young man - I took to the lateral motion and developed quick bursts of speed. In time this was noticed by others on crutches. I was eating delicious huevos con chorizo at la piedad when I was approached by the crutchracer…

I'm a freak, clearly and indelicately. Born with mouths for hands and a bleak inability to coordinate guitar picks against strings or drumstick against a bucket of anything, long my love of music was a burgeoning reminder of my deformity, and my creative stripes went unsewn. I love music though, and I frequent dimly lit concerts that have little-to-no hallucinogens so that my abberative body doesn't launch an unsuspecting tween into a bad trip and try to clap along. I can't clap. My…