The afternoon smells like a waltz. With hints of a
Mosh pit.
Tuesdays are for études. And classic rock
Tee shirts.
Let’s meet at the bodega and buy cans of beer and a bag of peanuts.
Feed the crows and make a day of it at the park.
Your eyebrows are infinite. Don’t laugh. I’m serious.
I want to open a gas station for UFOs.
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Check the oil. Wash the windows. Full service or bust.
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Haha! Yep, full service for all our extraterrestrial visitors!
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this is so much fun….ROMANCE. IS NOT DEAD!!!!! The possibility of a UFO swooping us off our feet and meeting at a bodega has inspired me to take a walk today and smile at strangers. I love the marilyn manson mix of the day – waltz and mosh pit…..etudes and classic rock t-shirts. Once again, thank you for taking the english language to new levels by combining things for maybe the first time ever.
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Thanks…I had fun writing this one. Feels like a day from my 20’s…just sitting at the park feeding the crows sipping beer. Good times. Enjoy the walk!!
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I’m back from the walk. Thanks. It was scraps for dreams in a few things i saw – a few logs in the shape of grotesque monsters, but most of the time i was in my head thinking. i don’t remember what but probably tons of stupid anxiety. anyway, we have some folk here who always drop bird seed and bread crumbs for the pigeons. Feeding crows i see way less frequently. i love crows but they scare me….their beaks and their caw caw cawing but fear sometimes is admiration and it is when it comes to me and crows.
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