“…Santa Rosa to Senegal, plan to roll A resplendent hall; one more month Called. Only one stall, total […]
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Trying to force Self to write, but I have no interest. Even poem, song. Just a little drained […]
“…something me hunting, no more Stunting; remain cunning, they’re ones Of trained gunning, threatening my privacy, Always eyeing […]
Again reminded I should only be depending on Self for income, or “bonuses,” commissions. Not going to elaborate, […]
“…Last night, couldn’t put a thing on the Paper… Suddenly crippled, only sing from The vapor. Maybe I […]
Watching Jack. Time, 7:46a. He’s moving faster than I’m able to, this early, at least today. So, coffee […]