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Ever have one of those days where time has slipped into your shoe and you’ve succeeded in nothing but stomping the hell out of it as you’ve walked around doing nothing? Such has this day been, even as I sit here dropping Jello molds of American flags on this keyboard just to see what will appear on the screen when I look up. What great fun is this! What a time so simple and pure, yet not quite time wasted after all. Planets on merry-go-rounds, bright stars burning themselves cold. The Milky ...

It’s a nice evening for a whore. Thin sleeves of red cotton drapes over frail arms, framing a shiny black miniskirt over milky white thighs and knobby knees. She wears black pumps with straps wrapped tightly around her ankles. Wavy auburn hair streaked with blonde cascades over bony shoulders. Eyeliner is smudged down the length of her tear-stained cheek. Taking a few twenties from my hand, the girl turns to the door. A car horn blasts on the other side. She’s late. She has a cross tattooed ...

It’s nineteen degrees and the moon is hovering over cirrus, so lulling and delicate. When we got home this evening we decided the wine could wait, so a stroll we stole. :) A hood was drawn to my shoulders and a scarf kissed Caspian’s cheek. I’ve never seen him in such light, his face a porcelain calm. He was so much in awe… so still and silent that the wind could have shattered him. If there was a picnic blanket, well his guitar he would have strummed—I’m sure of it. I’m so happy to be home....

It happened at the water cooler. Bubbling bubbly bubbles turned to stone, Splashed icy pebbles on a tired arm Under the hefty weight of that paper cup. And it happened right there, Right there at the water cooler. They came and stole away that water cooler Bubbling bubbly bubbles turned to stone On that burning afternoon. That humid, sticky afternoon When elements shocked electric veins. And it happened right there at the water cooler. They rolled it over a tall bridge Somewhere in Sullivan, ...

It happened at the water cooler. Bubbling bubbly bubbles turned to stone, Splashed icy pebbles on a tired arm Under the hefty weight of that paper cup. And it happened right there, Right there at the water cooler. They came and stole away that water cooler Bubbling bubbly bubbles turned to stone On that burning afternoon. That humid, sticky afternoon When elements shocked electric veins. And it happened right there at the water cooler. They rolled it over a tall bridge Somewhere in Sullivan, ...