four day delays make for ninety six hours of writing unfinished stories and un-sendable letters, procrastination and list making.
i have tangible and virtual boxes of nice things i've been meaning to turn into pictures and poems on a blue background but those will have to wait until sometime soon. i plan on spending the next two hours sprinting at a standstill.
before then here is the only part of tuesday i want to talk about in real life.
i didn't touch the water because it wasn't water, it was shiny green and gooey and probably had a ph level that would have melted my fingers off and provided food for a million invisible sea creatures that will someday grow into krakens, every one.
magician on the dock
he caught a starfish
today is going slow and even the cars are keeping tempo with the music on my headphones.
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