Endorphins blindside you

Location

Richmond
United States

 

It’s no small club.

Still, we tread unevenly with our strategy, ceaselessly chickening out.

Plural steadiness on grey scale search engines, carnivalesque multitask rearview mirror

maze, no magic donor recipients, 1,680,000 results, our annual end of August regret.

fraught interaction, it’s nice to have autonomy & angst. toilet paper convenience

by surface appeal tenacity “What Life in the Real World Costs”

woulda shoulda coulda summer cynics, our grip got mistaken as a punchline.

another arbitrary echo a long ass recovery, left eye idiom.

I still feel overzealous about erroneous shit.

An ex sending snapchats from hinged rooms, the ones we were never invited to before

we split.

I wonder when I’ll be completely over her.

grief settles in with costumes and props, my kryptonite is a telepathic winged squirrel in

Monroe Park, a former universe, we arrive with as many losses as gains.

rosetta stone stifled.

Sundays are for belongings not baggage; cerebral matters

I aint attempting to build a home, just a small tolerance for obsidian exteriors.

Enough glass to be professional radioheads. We outnumber the hustle.

Meanwhile, Kodak is bankrupt and smarts are unspecified worldly objects.

I recognized a yellow-lined check and hoped my high school friends would go on all at

once.

Our ulterior low-income gay4jesus GoodMorningAmerica chokehold.

At least I never bailed on my sense of humor.

Our humdrum middle-class annihilated selves.

narrow hearted, railed against whatever else we had lying around.

Unswept remorse cheap champion debris, a kinetic potency for rivercity revivals.

the sound of having only one exit.

A brick wall antebellum, hyper aware 1st world. it catches on and suddenly it’s not cool

anymore.

west nile loud nitrus mafia nervous jim crow

anti affirmative action

good luck persistence is arbitrary and will catch you off cue

soapbox heights

Shockoe articulate banter

homemade remedies

drinking too much sometimes and other self-destructive things

malpractice protocol a ritualistic defacement of propaganda.

afro beta to do lists items.

We don’t speak about money, or the places we avoid.

We treat our failures like minor gods, on a first name basis.

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