they found water on the moon today it was clear green and tasted like absinthe ~ no one couldve predicted this ~ a spoon stirs in a reservoir glass michael collins saw it from space just him and nobody else

all of my past selves are at the party tonight i go for the shins suddenly with my telescoping steel baton its a 100 decibels in here the glasses clink the world quakes blood and spit and the things i break i crack the shell poke my beak through finally

~ me