oh find me by the mulberry tree,

i'm out of sorts and staring off into space. maybe its too much netflix or the book about the sanitorium or the pile of boxes where christ=mas used to be. but my to-do's arent very convincing and the waking and sleeping are dubious requests.

right now i might be a pencil covered in green glitter with point balancing upon lined paper. or a piece of gum being pulled out by a finger in between clenched teeth.

goodnight,
m.