_______ Day is the Day Where I see Others Celebrating _______ Day on the Internet
To say Happy Father’s Day to a memory Is to pretend Things don’t Disappear Is to ignore Whoever is Left Here
Was it a myth I thought of Myself at the Time That I could stay in Humble Origins Until discovered And Be Recognized And Having followed The Scent Am now Seeing my own Filth? I, Having Waited out My fortune, Hang?
People pay a lot of money for the view they have from their place. What a view! they say. But, feeling the air on my chest and shoulders from the breeze that passes through my windows while I write is worth more than even a view of Earth from space.
there are species of dog that need to exercise or they become agitated there are species of humans that need to love or they become agitated
the folding table is visible behind the plant unless it gets hotter than 98 degrees i am hotter than air i put the puppy sticker on the folder because i the sticker need be used a white mug from fire island with a red cart on it
by he who heard it twas the anthem of solitude trumpeted by silence heard by him alone thought of as the next step in a quieter age that would have been enough but because of the time in which he lived he had to write “silence is the anthem of solitude and always what comes next” on…
if you die have someone there who is real then go to sleep
his throat was dry because of peanuts then it wasn’t automatic lubrication later: he said he was good at watering his own throat liar!
Things that do not make us wiser, better, more intelligent, more compassionate, more caring, or an overall better person than other people, but that we think make us wiser, better, more intelligent, more compassionate, more caring, or an overall better person than other people: liberal beliefs friends with liberal beliefs current suffering stories of suffering history…
tell me //////// is this story i tell myself about you true? //////// please help me //////// i believe myself too quickly////////
if i feel and do not think life is strange its compass soft
do we own our lives
you s tare at me as you s neeze and lick your nose what’s wrong furry friend
i think i know what i will have and then i don’t get that i get instead what i know not like butter i did not put on my own toast!