Speak in rimed curves; 2 much 2day, cuvée, my mind slurred; she, like a domesticated, purred; preferred the […]
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Friday — Scribbled a page, quickly. Jack, awake wide. Eyes ready for images, new knowledge. Me, wondering what […]
4/3/2012 — Time, like medals invaluable, now. No to little, and back to no, time to write. So, […]
Rain, still swinging at my sphere. Me, sipping a cast of interesting wines tonight. Cab, a curious cuvée, […]
Won’t lie, I’m in no mood to write. So should I just stop, essentially calling in sick, to […]