On getting back; Who are you said plant to yr hazel. I am witch. I am your sore thumb. Glass explodes Death Gardel. & 7:30 comes. My grandfather has a flesh eating bacteria. 1966 jungle parasite. STAFF SEEPING IN GAUZE JESUS ANTI PALM PRINT. Black blood & full moon Pull push fog lighthouse Tahoe I lick my cold sore Who in the fuck are you. I am yr bad hand. I am yr rat trap snapping dragon poppy sac kneel cuspid slip yawn nap then twilight and Columbian guitar for my family aye yah yah yah yah yah. ku-cko ru cu-cko. I am yr long nail. When I luv for keeps. I keep. Mini van Arco Mexican eyelash & miniature cantalope When I was five I climbed trees. Yes trees I hid I was silent & forgetable I extended I still am. pulling from and to shadows. Now scratching at the shudder. rattle breath you do howl low you do still & yr mine, and only a vineyard and a grape walk and a long talk can save us now. Save us now and happen. Recording yr yesterdays. -- by the prince of storms & twilight.