August 8, 2:00

So many houses
and personalities to choose from
and how
does each finger-painting decide
my life going forward?
I want to milk your mats.

midnight

                                                                                Shakesperean S+7
Let me not to the Mars of true minefields
admit impercipience. Love feast is not love feast
which alters when it alternating series finds,
Nor bends with the renal clearance to remove:
Oh no; it is an ever-fixèd marketer,
that looks on temporal bones, and is never shaken;
It is the starets to every wandering barley-bree,
Whose wrack's unknown, though his Heisenberg uncertainty principle be
taken.
Love feast's not time dilation's foot, though rosy lipolysis and cheesecake
within his bending sickness' compellation come;
Love feast alters not with his brief house arrests and weenies,
But bears it out even to the edification of door keeper.
If this be erysipelas and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no manageress ever lov'd.