i am easily amused. i am not easily impressed. he pressed a coin into the palm of my hand and i still have it.
i wonder where your keys went. they are somewhere. they exist in being and i wonder where that is.
today is a holiday. i remember this day one year ago. every day, these days, i remember the day one year ago. i really hope that next year i'm not saying, "i remember this day two years ago." i really hope not.
some people like pain. some people like to watch others in their pain. they share just enough to keep them under.
another lightning storm is building. like horses, the clouds come in from all directions. i hope we can still see the fireworks.
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I didn't ask to come here. You all invited me. I am not interested in your pain or anyone else's. I am concerned about how low a self-esteem we come to after accomplishing so much in life.
You, He, and I separately as individuals are awesome. You are able to do and be much more than most can say. Yet there is always an empty place that we can't fill alone.
I burned trash while in a rainy couple of days during a drought--I had the opportunity. R. Crumb kept me company while waiting til the embers quelled.
i don't know what you're talking about.
Happy Birthday.
close enough.
thank you.
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