bball october 2012
sage sage sage sage

  A L L  S M OO T H  T H I N G S

by c.peterson and s.weil

p.s. imagine a white wig on the floor being walked upon

i'm so sorry

b'ballin' again/forever

'89'91

I went down to buy

some ice tea, hi

I said

she dead

the man smiled

I felt wild

she not really dead

so I went to bed

in the morning

I received a warning

i was in mourning

that morning

because, like before i said

she dead

it was true

boo hoo

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✃

☯

✃

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to a weak breasted dirty chested bread rolling bastard I see a buttered time around a studio park and a studio walk I am tired and I am barely haunted but I feel some breath on my sleeping painting panting shoulders

photos of ghosts in the studio