Nov
26
a long time ago i categorized something that i meant to say aloud; those days are far off now, along and away across a grassed expanse where everything is neither greener or red-bluer but rustles restless nonetheless - or seems peaceful despite the crown calls and cartwheels and, to a lesser extent, the nightmares],well], they never meant much ]though i’d awake and thank this or that, i never this or that these days] it was particularly easy since i had a knack for ))well, not for driving)) here’s there’s stories and all and all, memorandums and memories i’d be loath to memorize]em]
