missing rosendale.

theyve

infected me.

i can feel

it

everywhere.

 

my coffee.

my balls.

my neckhair.

my bills.

my books.

my god,

theyve gotten

my

books.

 

i remember sleeping on half,

of a porch

after a 3day storm,

in the woods

feeling

more

secure

than this.

Reviews

[KUFU]

WOW. Again, kick a*s Boyd. I don't get the Rosendale reference, but the very real human emotions you have managed to transfer to Binary language is palpable. A trait of yours I am coming to respect. What is this infection! This is what makes me curious. Judging by the infected parts of your life, I can only assume the disease is hypocritical in nature not to mention invasively pernicious. I tingle to know the genesis! And no, I won't go and research any Rosendale chronicles...i'm a "slacker" too. I want to hear you tell me what this infection; that you have so curiously penned here, is all about. Wonderful sentiments in this piece.