head laxative.

my idle youth was spent commiserating things broken via bouts of sloth and indulgent excess. oh, all the things i would've missed in the present had i propagated that lifestyle:

sweetheart eyes.

big, tiny yawns.

the youth starting to change.

raw appetite.

altered perspectives.

puppy love.

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songs of rejuvenation may be a dime a dozen, but this sweetness is the perfect counterpart to the dirty dozen i'm cultivating.















Ben Talmi - Scales of a Fish in the Sky