kitchen of complete carnage
I sit with hot instant coffee made
My kitchen counter is abysmal. Shit thrown everywhere. Spoons. Towels. Food scraps. Coffee grounds. Cigarette butts. Remnants of clutter left by a nutcase who is ready to be done with the State Of Missouri™.
Not surprisingly, the writing subsidizes this discomfort little
Remember writing “The Cathartic Experience”? Ah, days of forever yesterday. Now it is like a shot of written insulin.
Coffee sets my mind right
Tobacco does as it always does
Yea, more movement and travel and greener pastures ahead. Travel meaning point a to point b. No gandering along the way.
Until we never meet again, Missouri.
Updates as time goes on. Changes soon