ELEVEN 1

Extraordinary, and against day on the contrary, I woke up (again) being ferried across the river of myths 

Lord and Mary, Ill pray I silently exclaimed i was not yet buried, I shivered, across the river styx

Extraordinary, were my surroundings, i just had to be brave, those against etiquette creatures, those doom rhetoric speakers, were out with the keys of their graves,

Very very misbehaved they were, and with courageous veins and nerves, i noticed, that their moments, of potent, “jerks” which gathered like wild beast herds, never at once wanted to merge with me on my fair unshotup unshanked up cocaine crime ship

Entering (the road of height’s lift) the daytime’s lighted mist (so urgent) again after that again dream falling fast, became the pedal of gas, and the fuel injection hit

Noticing the Firkin again i just had to laugh, again i had that voluntary risk

• Avalon Dakota

• 8-23-25

• 1:55pm

• ELEVEN 1