If wishes were horses and beggars would ride
I feel inwardly weepy.
like crippled giants are knocking on my door asking me for donations.
art galleries should not make me feel as though I am in a cemetary.
I could maybe look at the art instead of looking at my reflection.
this is unusual. for me.
I need comforting like a punch in the face.
the world is in turmoil and I want an avacado green blender...I'd trail off but no one is interested in taking the trip.
inwardoutward
I'd hiccup pink dinosaurs that had wings and could fly
now go listen to hitman sammy sam and get over it
I feel inwardly weepy.
like crippled giants are knocking on my door asking me for donations.
art galleries should not make me feel as though I am in a cemetary.
I could maybe look at the art instead of looking at my reflection.
this is unusual. for me.
I need comforting like a punch in the face.
the world is in turmoil and I want an avacado green blender...I'd trail off but no one is interested in taking the trip.
inwardoutward
I'd hiccup pink dinosaurs that had wings and could fly
now go listen to hitman sammy sam and get over it
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souljerk:
I grew up close to St. Clair Ave. and several many years ago they ripped up the streets to the dirt to install new storm sewers and in the process they tore up all the streetcar tracks that they had just paved over many moons ago. It literally brought a tear to my eye. What ever happed to those good ol' Days? And also growing up in that neighborhood I can safely say grand ol' days has never been much to get exited about.
sivadelfuego:
I take it my rant and rave didn't help at all. Oh well. I tried. I wonder if I could help make you feel any better? If there's anything I can do, from ice cream to a movie to a one on one roller derby, let me know, ok?
