July 12

Someone just visited from the North and felt as thought they had brought the rain back down with them. Bad timing and bad luck, accidentally crushing a lucky cricket in the door way, eating spaghetti leftovers from a clean freak land lord, taken grateful, though I am not sleeping on the job, I might briefly close my eyes. Getting paid to blink and learn how to clean everything prior to lights out. We will walk under ladders while we whisper our prayers under our breaths, solemn oaths of secrecy, where no one breaks through until full reinvention... black cats hanging from trees and we all dress up like our favorite supervillian, that edgy feeling standing on the precipice of the void, before falling, screaming in ecstasy as the wind rushes past, this has no ending and there is no evidence of a slip as eventually this movement becomes an external reality. Raise children while falling into the black void and we all combine moments to achieve an excellence, though they will never know the outside... Bet on a wish made at 11:11 and see the bank accounts multiply as houses rise up where property was consumed. Magicians smoking pot in a traveling circus tent. There are monkeys stealing car keys and inevitably the owners become frustrated at the wrecks they return to in the parking lot. Monkeys can't drive. They can only steal. Wear a rabbits foot, cricket-murderer, you are bad luck written on dry wall. There is no escaping the graffiti inside your bones. Of marrow and the blood coursing through. Strangest constructions this early evening hour prior to lift off. The video becomes viral and all the world suddenly cares about us and about how we are prepared to destroy everything in our path that has intentions of slowing us down. No police barricade could kill the momentum.