To much vitamin D, has altered my time senses.
Up on the hill the sand is light gray with small lines, hot.
Larry is over there behind the car door, injecting something into his penis, he thinks I cannot see him.
Hole in the hill and in the ground
I am caving in on myself.
Very stiff
Rain on my itchy arms, my finger have swollen with clear bubbles.
Got to gray spots on my back I love her I can love her.
Finding the faulted sky interesting each this way turning that and unrolling themselves in between.
The lowering clouds of change all the colors stand behind me.
June 2008
