it's really hard to stay focused on writing a crappy novel when such great movies are on TV
when your eyes can only dream of the lusciousness of summer gardens
like beautiful ice picks~ stabbing me in the face
my wife doesn't own a cell phone and leaves the house unattached to the voice of millions
having never actually done anything in my life it's hard to draw upon experience ~ build a novel about sitting in a van waiting for tides to swing
spend all day waiting for people to bring you things
imagine a world of nothing~ but wind whispering~
i am backed up against the wall of everything i know~
my space suit is black~ full of holes~ and stinks
These are so luscious and romantic.
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Damn.
Why do I ever have to dry off the dogs and replace the water filters?
Of course only what I want isn't safe either.
Really.
Love j
Write it, write it, write it. And these pics are great, they all look like your work! The same eyeballs I presume!
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