It is sunset, Alexa chimed.
A needle found its mark and everything went somewhere else. A watercolor sky for a watercolor mind.
It is sunset, Alexa chimed.
Vomit caked tongue, cobwebs instead of questions. A warm fuzz around why and a black hole instead of feeling.
It is sunset.
Another watercolor sky, and another question mark with its head chopped off.
It is sunset.
It is sunset.
It is sunset.
Cop knock. Well check.
What is the difference between decay, decomp, and suffering?
It is sunset.
Mah Butt Itches 
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