"...71"

On this stormy flooding hot morning.

It's 4:00am.

I rummaged, and got some of my soldier guys.

Had these some of them for near 40 years.

They were in one of the surviving boxes

of my Houseless Voyage through Hell.

Relics of my old secure life.

I set'em up on da kitchen table,

and snapped away.

They came out blurred color unbalanced,

and generally fucked up.

Lighting was the problem.

Regular light bulbs are no good for photography.

Fuck it.

This is my birthday fun'n games.

I'm 71 as of noon.

Well on da road to bleeping 80!

Fucking pathetic ain't it.

 

Way I see it.

We make art or die.

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