I hear Garrison Keillor is looking for a new religion, think I will see if he will read this.
Category: almost perfect
Charleston
there was of course the snag, glaring but hidden, caring but tort worthy and so I had to press my luck and fall face first planted in front of a girl with my attempt at a three axle Bartholomew, but as it happens, she thought I might be hurt and just helped me up, no bother by my ineptitude than had I just fallen from the sky and really it was sort of like that, that I had just fallen from the sky and I figured it out that other people were not paying attention to me at all, so busy in their own world that my existence, for better or worse, richer or poorer was immaterial to them unless they thought they can earn something from it. And so I dusted myself off and completely forgot about her, and about my fall, except for he scabs which would come back to haunt me later, but that was usual, that was normal, that was everyday.
Hallelujah.
approval addicts annonymous
It sneaks in like smoky lightning, illuminating your heart with dank forest odors that cling on to you like gum on your sole, stink in your hair. It never really goes away until you take extreme measures, a carpenter’s chisel, a shower.