Wow, Owls! Gems

You got stung on the tongue as the summer sun set down by the racoon on the road. it's eyes were milky as the moon. You were wishing to say to me that "I don't wanna feel like we're waiting to live." Your eyes were milky as the moon. And we may be the dust on the shelf of your memory. so raise a glass to all those things you might not miss like five minute handshakes and awkward goodbyes. so keep on running. this brown recluse has just sunk its fangs into the flesh of this broke joke motherfucker. "Now the world has gone to bed. darkness won't engulf my head. i can see by infrared. how i hate the night" or so the robot says. so here's to the sun sinking into a fall.