soapboxdiner

Not much ellipse really.

Nothing at all interesting or diverting of late, really. Vivid imagery of locust with people faces and woman hair, and breastplates like iron. Prophecy churned out too much like recollections of a drunken night's dreams. I soak it in and swirl it around.

The kid is learning proper sentence construction and playing with it artfully, "You're the best comma mom. No, I mean you're the best mom period."

Thanks comma son. I love you too period. (Didn't Thomas Dolby sing those lyrics once?)

I wish it were Saturday.

5:51 am - 10.18.02
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