sometimes on hazy mornings
i wake up to see...

and in that moment
the old polish man...

i heard
that he was...

shes a
ballet...

drastic
measures...

from the throne
he sees only checkerboard tactics...

dust is the truth of life
old mas sow seeds besides the highway...

my pregnant wife sleeps in the heat of the...
dead moths crumble on the office window sill...

we didn't
know it...

lets walk
with the...

this will
probably be...

walking through
this desert hardpan...