Morning exchange.
Kalua pig and venison from the imu.
Chicken long rice.
Ki.
Standard.
from self to self.
a nap on the beach,
a bowl of saimin,
a movie alone,
and some live music
to bring you back to reality.
...will I have to ride this wave?
To keep from going under
above
in stardust
sea foam,
lives,
repeated,
again and again.
Whatever course that is.
I guess.
Government gangsters placing bets with human lives as if they are poker chips in an evening round of Texas Hold ʻEm.
"Quisieron enterrarnos, pero no sabían que eramos semillas."
Just can't seem to quit you.
Which I am grateful for.
An evolution.
I would just squeeze you if I could.
Chinatown.
I would just squeeze you if I could.
...can't she?
With enough tenacity, she gets her way.
Makes selection, simple.
