Gmorning November
“Gmorning
November
You lurch & you lumber
From bonfire to ember
From waking to slumber
You deaden the grass
& you piss in the pot
The birds all haul ass
Nothing is so good it lasts eternally
There’s some tough decisions being made here. My Hackintosh desktop computer with it’s two wonderful monitors will be left behind and I’m selling all my Nikon camera gear…
