I’ve lived on nothing but dreams and train smoke
It is hard to believe that there is a divine spark of goodness in everyone when one works in retail on a day in which kids are not in school.
Today lasted a week. I had coffee for lunch today.
Sometimes, when I’m sauntering about nonchalantly, it occurs to me that I’m sauntering about nonchalantly, which destroys a certain nonchalance about it all.
How am I bogged down with such obscene quantities of homework when I’m only taking one class? Consider me stressed.
I dreamed last night that I was using mouthwash. Who knew dreams could be so mundane?
I can play “Pony” by Tom Waits on the uke. Chords and all.
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