can i keep my succulent army alive in here all winter?
im so attached to this old green chair with its orange fleur de lis in its softly shiny weave...grommets and legs, i've had this chair forever, bought at an estate sale, the sale of a woman who's entire house was intact, as it had been in the 1960's, this plush chair slightly smaller, like all the other furniture in the house.
there is nothing more frustrating than the feeling of running after public transportation, whatever from that feeling takes.
i found my old blog, and i dont know the password. i've got to not forget about those entries, or my old journals, or yours, or pictures of you as a child.
we could live in shytown
but also
trains are set in their tracks
boots crush leaves
better not be there when it rolls over
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