this was the day long awaited, when it was about a fortnight till, then you became silent and i became anxiety-wrought, at Jack in the Box in Modesto i warned you that my phone might die, at the gas station there i noticed that C.C. Waggonner followed me on twitter, i remember smiling brilliantly at the cashier, i saw Jimmy Hao from March careening all over the modesto roads, a divine force miraculously keeping all of our organs intact. i met you in a parking garage in dublin. your head was bowed like it normally is and your eyes intense. you are a turtle. this was the first day since 2014 i felt alive and the first time the seed of heartdeath was ate