i'm starting to burn out at work...even though we just got a 95 on our health inspection...blah.... if only i could take off another month or two to remind myself of how much i do appreciate structured activity (and a steady income).
Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand. But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable. Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous discards. Space for knickknacks, and for Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify. Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind that takes genius. Chasms in character. Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above a new grave. Pages you know exist but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly inevitable life story, maybe mine.
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