Sunday

  • “There were four Asian’s and no Australian’s bidding.” “How did you know they weren’t Australian?” So went a shitty family afternoon.
  • prowling stalking gathering clearing cleaning. Blunt vacuum sharp tongue. People are coming.
  • a rolling grey black fog. It’s over there watching ready to gulp swallow smear and smother if I don’t do the right thing.

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