Foods and drinks and friends
and musics and dances and
more foods. Love: birthdays.
sickness
Designing an Aural Future and the Attraction-Distraction-Destruction-Collection of Weather Change on My Mood and Face or Both.
I’ve acquired the
sickness. Nose and throat running.
And the whistle-ear.
Two In One Over Two is a Fresh-Air Breath
My breath is full of
twigs and other things. Cough=null.
But its bright with love.
And soft with low tones.
Short breath now not for my lungs,
but for the breeze one.
The Valley Will Crawl Into Your Lungs and Make a Nest in Your Esophagus
It says “sunny, warm”
Lie. Sweating asleep, awake,
Sunny. Hot as junk.
My Speaking Voice is Droooooooooping OR Bronchitislaryngitisconjunctivitissinus Junk
End of quarter, I
am always sick. NEVER fails.
7 weeks of not enough sleep leads to 3 weeks of too much when I have time to be getting even less.
I Have a Sinus Infection
Sometimes infections,
worse after discovering.
My head will explode
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