sailing to the moon, i think

my right arm will now testify to the resurrection as long as this corruptable body persists. [if only the rest of me could be brought to obedience so easily, with so little pain.]

i am at risk of turning pink because i consume a truly incredible amount of strawberry milkshake these days. yes, singular. it is an idealistic substance which transcends cups. ignore that.

also, i ate captain d’s. there’s nothing like it.

the new moon has come and gone, and i am waiting. i am missing so many people. many i will not see for so very long, but a few i hope to see before the moon is new again. i am waiting. i am waiting for a lot of things. [singing for some]

captain