laundry and errand doings flashing with repetitive shivers, hitting my knuckles so hard they bruise. it's getting fucking cold outside again, i got the thick socks yearly cleaning done, more in the washer as i tap away at this plastic thing. listening to the lively mix put forth by the shuffle on my computer, it makes some good choices. weird though, it always plays polvo or sage francis or curtis mayfield or all three. no matter what. who is this ever present deciding little alien inside of my computer? i would like to meet it (him/her) and give him a xanax. yea. palindrome drugs are the best~ i hear. or maybe the kinds that make you look back are just as good, looking back is a good way to figure out what you got to stand upon. and me, being short, cannot help but falling BACK on the ground so many times throughout the day, hey, it's close. i like getting down to earth especially since i have all this extra spaciness to deal with. wow, i wonder who reads all this shit... i just tap it into the black key board.
parking tickets are not for good days. so who was first, really? the parking ticket or the bad day?
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