Inventory July 19, 2018

peanut M&Ms,

three new lighters

a delicious new pen

plenty of stew

on the internet/stove…

cigarettes

submerged

silent running

beneath the storm

over the ocean…

in my man cave

unmolested by vicissitude

feigning verisimilitude…

I don’t run a tight ship

chaos is the order of the day…

the chips and the sailors

tinkers and tailors

will fall where they may.