Still awake. I think I’m nervous after my shift coming up. Wanting to know what preparedness I will have, when I will be working again, what to sow for future, how to cope with business. I get a sort of primary detachment, and then like to stay. I hope we quickly see each kind come, Sunday, I am already in advance tired for afterwards. Reading me is like a transparent book, a crystal screen, a temporal stopwatch. Here mark me, cometh my words like prose, my mind at disease, and if you can interpret, thou shalt understand your difference in the restoration. When I get tired, I’m fire to paper, when I’m yonder, I’m awander.
I now hear the black. A jacket, a cup, shadows in the trees and grass. Pants, pole, island, silver smoke. I see the brown, tree, chair, table, white power stretches, screech, coffee, support, tablecloth, marble, bottle, box. Clear ice, orange snack, espresso pouring, gin blue, wine red, her magic touch. A lucky note, a placement, a kind soul, a gentle voice. I feel the tempo, a warm beat, a pattern on my forehead with ash. My dime, my orange grace, perfectional directional force, remembering, the things I love, those choice moments, of a time before the twenty more times, a rehashed line, a rehearsal, a cane, a white swan, soapy boxes in Irish cream, before to after, no ice cream, now we’re six, now again, now a dendrite mess. Connected to the godly voice, soul dug in how sweetly indescribable. Three mice, one length, one minderful pick, and an aching thumb. Not dumb, then down, then his growl, as I think there’s frown, then dance, no internet, sometimes hummingbird, and chance, a tie, a vest, the best, two words, no power, little wish, redo twice, a bounce, a drtramic moneymim, only one, more when’s, wind breaks, then soup, wows, and thoughts. A lot has happened this week to snap, to capture it in a thousand words, just pics. In my mind, there is a phrase, I want a raise, and job. My career with
Snatch, snitch, and swivel.
Ello. Elle.
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