Typoerosis. Art has fled running dead for its stagnation, and I'm looking for the wood chipper. Thankfully, it has been a while since I've painted a pretty picture. Does anyone have any recommendations for good thermometers? I think I need a digital one and an older mercury one. I plan on typing cold this winter, and I want to take proper temperature measurements to determine the best time of black January to collect frostbite subtlety. Though a Cancun vacation is ingenious. I could go from black and white to sepia on a one-way flight. Home is tolerable, yet slightly constricting and claustrophobic. I think I will get out more often and collect new notes. Hopefully, now that world communication systems have frayed, a more jovial village life will return. Fucking concert ticket prices, I should have been a groupie.
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Flash Fiction 116. Home Sweet Home
The controlled areas are North America, South America, Europe, and Japan. The Mid-East is Biblical and in my opinion too violent. Africa is...
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The Origin was lightning or a volcano, obviously I recall the protoplanetary disc. It awoke a dream of a cancer cured and the vacuity of her...
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Maximiliana by Max Ernst is still one of my all time favorite books. Temple is the name I remember. The illegal practice of Astronomy. Nice ...
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The daughter navigates, Her song. To be a vegetarian? If she wants to be. Or how to get a computer operational again. A good editor can be ...
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