You will you will you will?

Atarah came to visit with maggie.
Wandering around haight st. Shopping.
An old friend sent me a picture of some cock/hens.
I had seen this outside but passed it up. I went back and snapppped it.

Taylor Swift, satellites, weed plants made from fetus flesh, robots, dead people come back to life from the past, flesh, family death, stay sexual.
These things and more have been populating my momentous days,
coalescing into brief poignant memories tinged an alcoholic gold.

Accepting the loss of a could be woulda been child. Doing it twice. The decisions we make that could change us that barely dont. How many more before this roulette wheels stops on black-00?