Son dies, Moons rise First, At the swipe of a screen Then, or now, at the speed of thought. Happy Intravenously In bright orange packaging, A few shots left. There’s a shortage at the corner store. Controlling tides, Like you used to control moods. All atomic, Like the chair you are not sitting on. Reflecting on a life, that you never really had.
Algo Gourley is 40 and from Ireland.In self imposed self isolation. Algo only wears black and enjoys studying the School of Austrian economics, reading comic books and meditating. Believes organized religion is a club but is not nihilistic.
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