SO SMILE! (WHEN YOU CAN)

IN THE SUBURBAN GRID OF TARMAC AND GOLDEN WILD GRASSES, YOUTH WAS MY BEST KEPT SECRET. FAR AWAY FROM NAMED STREETS, THE RED CHAPARRAL THAT CIRCLED THE HOME MY MOTHER KEPT WAS UNFAMILIAR, AND THE HOURS I HAD SPENT TRAMPLING THROUGH IT TORE HOLES IN MY CLOTHING. A RAP ON A DOOR WITH TIRED KNUCKLES GAVE ME ROUTINE THROUGH THAT FIRST SUMMER. I NEVER LIKED THE COMPANY OF MATTHEW, MARK, LUKE, OR JOHN, BUT MY GRANDFATHER WOULD READ TO ME EACH EVENING FROM THE BIG CHAIR THAT COULD KEEP ME COMING BACK. HIS OAKY VOICE HADN’T KNOWN MINE FOR SIXTY YEARS BUT OUR SYMBIOTIC EVENINGS WERE AN ESCAPE FROM THE SUN WHICH SCORED MY SKIN EACH DAY, AND THE SOLITUDE OF MY HOME. SOON MY HAIR WOULD BLOND, AND I WOULD BE ON MY OWN AGAIN, CATCHING MY FATHER’S BIRDS AND TRACING LINES THROUGH THE CRIMSON CLAY DIRT OF THE YARD, FAR FROM VOICES BESIDES OUR OWN.

MY FENG SHUI. PERSIAN RUGS ON MODERN SURFACES, BONSAI ON WOODGRAIN, AND APHEX SUSPENDED BY SURROUND-SOUND.

MORRISSEY IS BECOMING MORE AND MORE RELATABLE AND PRESENT EACH DAY AND THAT IS A CONSISTENT 🚩 IN MY LIFE

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I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, JUST SPELL MY NAME RIGHT.

TWIN PEAKING, HIGHS AND LOWS.

IN MY NEXT LIFE I HOPE TO BE ON MARS