What if it's wrong?
What if it's wrong
To pray in vain?
What does it mean
To fake your death?
To wake up tainted?
The futile hopelessness that colors my day is magnified by Beck lyrics.
Garlic breath from the mushroom omelet, tightness in the throat left over from cleaning kitchen and bathroom floors. EVERYTHING bugs me. Dainish went to Dwain and Janelle's house to scoop. I think I am going to dive into Terry Pratchett, I can't think of anything else I want to do.
Most things are in order, things are good.
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