tapper tapping on a keyboard. waiting for inspiration.
a missive?
about what?
nothing really....a load of pretentious waffle caused by task avoidance and procrastination
soulmate's away. swimming in the sun afar.
lay down. "bedrest is what you need, my son"
internal monologues and mulch mucking up the threads and spindles filling my weary cranium
*sigh*
scrambled mess, visions of leopards and trees....static....bombs.... apocalypticwashedoutgreytumbledownconcrete shacks
kids play with shrapnel
rabid dog mobs raid the supermarket
death...holler....silence
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