I'd like to do some sort of long post (while nobody's looking), but I am devoid of ideas. The night is quiet. There will be aural evidence of drunken revelry from 'round about at midnight, I'm sure, but for now the atmosphere is subdued. The storm that is due has yet to bring any precipitation, though the clouds have lingered all day and now conceal the moon and stars. The year whimpers toward its end. Cheers!
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flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind
I'm Going for a No Bell Prize
I'd like to do some sort of long post (while nobody's looking), but I am devoid of ideas. The night is quiet. There will be aural evidence of drunken revelry from 'round about at midnight, I'm sure, but for now the atmosphere is subdued. The storm that is due has yet to bring any precipitation, though the clouds have lingered all day and now conceal the moon and stars. The year whimpers toward its end. Cheers!
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52/04: Later and Later
Oh the relentless sunny days reminding me of what I don't do anymore. Like write journal entries on time and remember to post them. It's not that I'm…
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52/03: No Salt, Sherlock
Loosing track again. I think I'm running at least a day behind, but behind what I have no clue. And last week I was a day ahead. One would think I'd…
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52/02: I Knew
Dinner for breakfast again, following morning at midnight, and a wish to still be asleep. My brain feels like a muddled Miró, comically scary though…
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