Campfire flavored plots, twisted around old photos

and match boxes, with no matches, and water damage!

I sit here, some days, and I listen

drinking water with lemon squirted into the glass, before I put the water in

Cliffhangers and emotional pages, creased in your bag, next to an umbrella and the cigarette carton your friend brought from Georgia, so much cheaper!

I drew, I draw

I’ve been told some great stories,

The repository never ends, but it will,

Because cool shit can’t keep happening forever, right?

Someday we’ll all be boring, and drink water without any lemon juice in it