click; some sentences

hopped wooden fences.
dodged the crazy fucking bull.
we were walking through field grasses.
( I found antlers, weilded them well )
the whip was brutal but i liked the sting, can't say shit like that out loud though.
apples under foot smelt almost like rotted flesh before it falls from the bone.
no blood ties left to hone.
we tripped light over remains of more than just a day or afternoon or even the echo of a thought.
northern lights walking.
wild horses talk talking.
no clothes no shame no memory even of what that should have been.
sleepwalking with eyes open.
those berries weren't for eating, purple prose born in innocent fingers, because why not?
its easy when you don't know.
i called thunder.
i rode lightening.
i sang both.
i lasso'd Mary's moon before George ever had the thought..

'buffalo girls won't you come out tonight, won't you come out tonight...and dance by the light of the moon.'
the moon lied sweets.
when i was tripping under gnarled branches, the beam slapped me.
blossoms browned and curled into wet earth.
my feet sucked in enough to dip into hell, fortold;
pretty things writhe.
ugly things speak.
daddy's move out.
mama's drink and dance in the green kitchen.
the woodstove pumps pockets of heat.
stones wrapped in newspaper warm cold beds.
oatmeal is stickyeasyyesteryearhappy.
(don't eat that anymore)
school buses make me sleepy.
puppies smell good.
i know some things.
i know some things.
click....
rewind...