Willy welly well Monday, March 24, 2003 My minds sways back and forth like a toy bird drinking water. You don't know that the next time you'll see me, I'll get out of a hover train with white hair, and we'll kiss, being too far gone for anything else to matter. The biggest event of days past is finding bread clips behind the stove to use as guitar picks. I don't play the guitar all that much, but I know I will play it until I die, so I will have plenty of guitar picks. I have felt extra sad at many junctures of today, but happy at one or two. Even eating pizza at Monday Madness wasn't as good as usual. I don't feel like I have a special place or position with someone to count on always. I had a witchy dream a couple of days ago and have been trying to stretch it out, to the point of even trying to draw it out, but gave up since it wasn't the same. Outside, I see the Black Ark, so I will take it for a spin. |
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