the bricks came up with a beer or two. the worms looked a little chuffed that we'd undone their asylum and opened the dank riverbed soil to the light of day. but fuck it. we had a banana pup to transplant. and besides, we were processing. life. love. loneliness. gayness. straightness. connection and those that miss. lots of experience but still navigating through life heartfuckingfirst. 'cuz what else is there when it really comes down to it?
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