my life, i am convinced, is just one long series of bad timing.
it's fine. it's fine.
i'm just so impatient.
my old glasses broke in a horrible party incident, which ended in a scene that would be titled, 'gregg & i go to church'.
it is included in the book that will only be written in the mind.
i have been trying to record people talking dreams [sleep dreams]. if you would like to help, please get in touch. compensation includes banana flavored popsicles [as many as you can eat] & buttons [assorted colors & varieties].
my new glasses are tinted dark & look like sunglasses which has been embarrassing at night and this scene would be titled, 'trying not to give a fuck'. also included as a footnote.
summer is over. old love has moved and new love sits one seat away from me in the movie theater.
but, jesus christ, we are all so blessed.
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