I'm in the morning delivering the news to the quiet wind. Obviously the world is moving still. And that is what always happens.y occupation of myself, what should I do today. Take another day offering a drop of my existence, or exercise to the new magic. Why wait. I'll do my routine and work on the typography. I'm still alive and creating a day to buy. There's a casino? I hope you are safe in the quiet directions. We might figure out something holy. I have one dollar to invest today. It will go to Earth because a dollar never gets you to virtual Martians. I need to keep a secretary whispering her summer internship in the publishing world clearing all of the houses. I should probably have a literary agent by now anyway, and get on with what I do best. I think my secretary is wonderful. I hope she doesn't smoke like I do occasionally. It's the sound of her more than anything. How does everything workout so automatically. Do aesthetics matter, for book covers? I've improved the design on a few of mine in the past. Having someone else give me a headache though, when all I want to do is, display an artifact or two from the Phoenecian origin. It was Mare Nostrum. That's how I started writing to the light of the hologram, I think she'll be president someday, of publishing though? Last I remember there were 4 conglomerates. A book deal.
I'm so superstious, I don't ever touch the petroglyphs.
Why do I think about money occasionally, because I don't like thinking about it. It's 2025 already, why are there still problems like hunger? Because there have always been problems with hunger. Population, roughly 9 Billion humans and who knows what else?
Coats and tails, the excitement.
Art Gallery. Over here or over there.
Traveling for an exhibit, just for the wine and the winos of course. My art is the next character I write.
Obviously beer is Lutheran.
Wine is Catholic.
Mead is interesting, but not always a honeymoon.
AA & AAA.
The Grandpa throw and 10 year old veterans.
I was good with videogames.
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