Sunday:
I should have been laughing a long time ago.
Monday:
“Anything that leads you to yourself is meditation” [Osho]
Tuesday:
Garett Joseph Henneberry
9.14.1846 – 12.3.1924
1942 – 1846 = 68
Co.H.69
ILL.INF
Wednesday:
…the slippery fabric of a sail seemingly negligently, erroneously hemmed just below the bottom of her ass cheek instead of fitting around it…
Thursday:
…my good cheek facing his whole face, grow your palm up my neck and make a vase with our fingers…
Friday:
I can’t understand a single word which makes me relax somehow, leaves me feeling relaxed because there’s nothing I can do.
Saturday:
Sometimes we sit like chickens on eggs, our eyes cocking everywhere even as we settle into our spot in the dirt, the sun golden and nodding yes, maybe. Yes, now.
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