Cheating tonight… so very tired
A few of the entries from the journal I’ve been keeping:
Scuffmarks from a million shopping bags and suitcases act as the worn stone steps in our city’s church of transit. Blue, psuedo-tweed upholstered pews line the aisle, sheltering the weary traveller.
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The sort of man that folds his paperbacks in half… his library has scoliosis.
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There’s something about black tights with metallic shimmer, the indie chick’s chainmail.
Fuck, so I’m working on a story. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll post some of it. Sleep now.
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