My mouth is one thousand little ulcerations. Playing tag. Had to apologize for that. Scream at the available one. Call to make it right. Cannot make it right. Seat on the brink of depression. Contemplate yearly health evaluation. Road to the airport. Visit to the ER. Muse concert and Feeling Good from Origin of Symmetry. Set the night on fire. Literally, like electric, fire brigade and all. Read in reverse.
2 comments:
I like that post - it set my mind in strange directions.
well, expressing myself is usually not a problem... The problem is with what I have to express.
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