morningpage.08 (cunts, banana violin, insomnia)

who reads every word any more ? the cards said, don't let yr cups spill over. I saw a man with an electric banana violin amped up the sadness a single string sighing over the sound of negotiation stole my heart in a hawaiian shirt the buskers here are fanged with talents can you imagine once…Read more morningpage.08 (cunts, banana violin, insomnia)