Where em at mine today’n now… sorta not writin my gal. my pretty one. Hanging. I found the rope on the noose. Hook. And I’m pulling it free of the stint and mouse hairs and wages and sin. I am up in the air about something. It is beginning to snow come on come on Gabriel. Lets go to the green green part its came. The leaves fell off. The wood grew. The bird became flesh. Birds made of yellow stuff. I cannot like you you are not my face. You know you know.