Monday

As leaders of our nations eat with the gods of our past, we are looking for a way out an a way to fix the cracks. Relying on books and wordplay from teachers of our class. We eat with sins of yesterday while playing chess with computer hacks. Paint a picture and read the text, cursive words into a hex. Deliver pops and the deepest regrets. Angels song and demons dance; paper psalms and amazing sex. Across the plane of happiness behind the solar plex ... She says goodbye with a cold stone face gone forever and the season change.