and by "ghoul", I am referring to the stockholders' meeting from Monday, and all the relevant sycophants.

sonic bullion:

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhen, just yesterday
we were talking the King’s Disease.

When today it’s hot water
bathed and boiled in it
hot water, lemon, cayenne pepper.
Thanks, Honey.

When under the blankets,
Choose the one who gives you
giggles.

<<The way you treat others is a reflection.>>
What do you see?

When our touching noses
sparked.

When the sick and cold is too much
I can't touch grass
like I'd like, like you tell me I must. So

If it must be suffocation,
May it be
Trapped in an elevator—
Me, the Glory of spring
You, my Impossible crush
cornering me, daring me
My kiss a revolution daring you
Crack the window
—Sliding doors.

When I am Focus. I refuse to give
my fear today.
I got too many gals and babes
to rile up
and protect.

bardic bullion is a reader-supported publication and experiment, singing out to you over the wires from the crossroads. Stay wavy, neighbor

jukebox:

a time capsule

out of the past [diary archive]

what these nets drug in, 2019 and counting:

• '24 the eccentric dance of the death lord next door (in five parts with a secret kick)
• '23 your ship is sunk, my friend
• ‘22 Nothins gonna touch us
• ‘21 Correction:
• ‘20 into the magic night
• ‘19 n'existe pas sans son contraire