My right hand bleeding in three different spots.
Inability to close my blinds, so I sleep staring at the tree outside, which looks just like some sort of Very Tall Gargoyle.
Dream of finding a salve for my itchy head and rubbing it all over my head.
A complete noninterest in fungi.
David Bowie.
A new yellow notebook.
I am curious, too.
Wondering how to have a more complete nervous breakdown.
The assortment of piles.
When cigarettes made you more attractive.
Unnoticed broken glass at the edges of trees.
Just a minute, I have to walk my Unicorn.
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