ideas with no tangibility;
ideas with irrelevant supports;
ideas without value;
ideas' witlessness;
ideas' witnesses;



I'm tired and I'm not recovering from things from which I should be recovering.
Everything hurts and the bruises are only ever replaced with new wounds. The
bruises aren't even from anything cool like [...] with [...] or [...].

I need headpats.

The Ballad of Sean and Josh
	Sean is forty-eight
	and Josh was twenty that
	when Sean took Josh away
	from the closet in the flat
	where Josh had made his home
	with a dealer selling crack
	Sean lived with his ma
	and Josh would live alone
	in Sean's house room he'd lay
	until fin'ly to Sean he said hello
	they learned about each one's


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