I can feel it in my bones. The crystal winter overcomes me and I can’t breathe. Frozen in time iced over and the chill runs through my body. I can’t think with this frigid air whispering into my ear. All I can do is be an iceberg, part of hidden.
Diesel gas exists. If the nozzle is a large plate that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher, move pumps. Don’t smoke, it’s not worth it. Put your green crystal pendant somewhere safe. Pick up the phone and a
The opponent is on the other end of the room, staring at me, waiting for me to fuck up, so they can substitute me out, for a worker that gets joy out of the little things, who never missed a beat and