a legacy of trash

piles of pink insulation bury mismatched, rusty wheels and bald, cracking tires on top of unusable american pistons or whole automobile engines or whole automobiles.

elk antlers in boxes of various electrical parts soaked with used motor oil dripping slowly onto a soil covered floor.

a stack of two-by-fours in front of the shelves set up for organization and filled with CB radios and random chemical compositions.

tools everywhere but just try to find the one you need under hardwood flooring or recycling or leftover carpeting or plumbing supplies or my old drum set or my destiny.

i'm sure that this will come in handy some day. let's hold on to it forever.

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