Notes on Goodbyes

if you poured an irish for all my goodbyes i'd have the bar ran dry. I guess it all comes from shame. hello's a hopeful gamble on odds from hell, done the dealer's dance. i can't be mad at the arcade for offering non-essential prizes. an internally generated sense of value cannot be externally attained. so I share what i've got with passersby and self regulate. consistency wears a mask, or risks being chronically threatening. god forbid my eyes are open.