Wholeearth

the light shall fade, subsequent to promenade in darker shadows wound unbound to confound the mythos of the mysteries we trace embrace. I do not clutch titled entitlement, ego spent in unrelenting echoes of self-denial, the trial proves what twelve people think, and a wink removes an instant from the chronology.  we do not exist, for all are singularities...seizing the trailing traces to catch a ride with Apollo. every outcast cast out to the gods of the desert. William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

the light shall fade, subsequent to promenade in darker shadows wound unbound to confound the mythos of the mysteries we trace embrace. I do not clutch titled entitlement, ego spent in unrelenting echoes of self-denial, the trial proves what twelve people think, and a wink removes an instant from the chronology.  we do not exist, for all are singularities...seizing the trailing traces to catch a ride with Apollo. every outcast cast out to the gods of the desert. William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

i think i'm becoming one of those tired coat-check people that say hello how are you hang up your coat and eavesdrop and eventually get a tip and go home and drink. yes. i think that's right. i live in the basement of a house whose problems are too big for her walls and the only thing i can really do is take another swig and turn up the music to drown out their shouts. when it's three in the morning they finally collapse and all i hear are broken sobs; this is where i turn the volume down to listen to the i'm sorry i love you toos and let's never fight agains. i wish i knew better than to believe. then i go to work hungover and ru