residual notes of a suburban explorer

… as I was working at one woman.s house . the weather whispered the whole time . was saying something about the children of god in the weather. I asked the woman if she had left the window open during a rainstorm . and …


…woke up this morning . searched the sock drawers in my suburb. one woman . a little perturbed but wanted exploration nonetheless . said something about tiny fiery tongues and water faucets sticking out of her house…


… found a dead body of graveyards behind one woman.s toilet today. she said there isn.t anything that smells quite as bad as all the mourning tribes that congregate there often. their tiny weepings put her feet to sleep…


… in his garage . I keep clearing away the congregations. they worship the old fridge. the rust stains on it were so meaningful to them. when I spoke . they prayed harder . so hard I feared the roof would come tumbling down...