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the face that swigged a thousand (patiala) pegs

half empty boxes in a room with 2 skylights

flattering pictures in dutch places

the sky is leaden

Windy August Morning

a book

Things I do need

Things I don’t need

sometimes,

happy trails, or, the good shit.

giggling fit at 2 a.m.

closure.

News drip

working girl ditsy

discombobulated, in spite of good day at work

ominous bus poetry

uggh

All is right with the world