resolve

the wavelength tiredplane

am i doing something wrong?

it's not enough

right

the windows are 

the darklight mirror

sentiments

are jet sized

when we get 

london-eyed

the pilot lied



surprise

the clouds invoke our actions

and we're yawning back the chair

almost there

miles high

let's ignore the others

blankets blue

and so are you

here we come

london soon

ninety two





and the engine and tonic didn't help

the rocking of the relation boat i 

spilled my drink on ryan effgen's head

that's just fine

twelve a.m.

london time