down for pinting up the soft and pleasant hues of bath time 

step change, ladders direct, 

get a price on a dark moneypiece

what about pantries is it that brings me to tears?

meltdown quietly, astir all night, 

we each start new two chapters

wind our stories together

inky pupils blotting out, 

another lost doppelgänger 

i learned that a moneypiece is a way of dying hair, and bought the wrong ladders and returned them for smaller ladders. then i had a horrible shut down / panic attack thing on an insomniac evening and felt really weird.