– rain on a weekday morning –

The twister has landed inside, rearranging my possessions, strangling my obsessions. It’s more difficult, even dangerous, to clean up the remains. It’s more dire, for I’m tired, to handle chores and gain. If I fight just long enough, if I fight at all, this time, the weather will change its course soon and very soon. […]

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– jouska –

Naturally… the conversation starts with a little rambling on my end, starting off innocent, even cute. Gradually, however, things get neurotic, and the magic of my madness exposes itself. My attempts to keep my little talks contained lead to failure, creeping into every facet of my face. Strangers may take notice, strangers may go about […]

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