Writing on little backflipping Pages. Nothing more to this Blog. Letting season change lecture what it wants. Remember […]
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Coffee line. Again. Wouldn’t Say I’m addicted, just comfortable. Every morning. More motioned, assuredly. The new barista, too […]
Hooked in being hooked, harpooned by my own dreams. Ink, ink, ink, I’m reminded. Can’t I just go […]