Inventory #589: One ream of three-hole punched copy paper



Look at my independence, singed green from the lawn that made specific promises. The detail convinced me: You will hold a firework and you will light it and it will form a red circle in the night sky. So I ate any food that was placed in front of me and then I fell in love with men as if they were food. It was a productive summer, I never slept. Every morning, the sun was just the suggestion of light, the rest was up to me. And later, the rest was up to you.