Oh, hey.
I only check in once a month here, if that.
Just... got far too much other stuff going on... in real life, haha.
Yeah. Cheers for stopping by.
Where are we with our winter scarves and bad decisions?
We’ve flown ourselves to California
We painted the ocean and leapt from bridges
With memories around our ankles
Like hard-bound story books
Where are we with our ink stained fingers and leather jackets--
Our frigid laughter painting fog-speak in the sky?
We stand tall like candles
Warmed from the Santa Ana
And resolved like codas
Atop intricate compositions.
Somebody came over the other day and made fun of the original thang. It's really looking rather sad... but still works. The handle is held together with tape... Ha ha ha ha!
Sorry for the slow bloody response... I'm here, I'm not here, ya know?
How've you been, stranger? How're you and Val-Val? Still kickin' it, havin' fun and all that?
Great to hear from you.
And... I think we all inject our own profundity into situations. Most either don't bother or don't wanna.
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