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Since the new addition to my rotating cast of "can't live without it" machinery type characters I have been attached at the neck to my latest great love. The shutter sound is like picking a scab...don't pretend you don't know what I mean. You pick your scabs too.
In the fantastical guitar store I finally found an appropriate strap for one of the other great loves. The sales clerks were skeevy, but the vibe generally welcoming as I find many guitar stores are not for the ladies. Maybe that's more an insecurity than a real manifestation. I stumbled upon a traveler's convertible guitar and almost bought it for a dear friend whom it applies to. I decided against as he is strange, but it seems to prove that regardless of how little we speak he still comes up when my brain is vibrating at low frequencies. I think you're supposed to be able to talk to your best friend, or something in that vein.
Amid the 86 degree days I feel that I deserve heat. My body is constantly reminding me that this is how things should be, that the hiatus is the north and not otherwise. I would crisp more if I weren't so dedicated to sunscreen. Wrinkles are just part of the ride. My body is also sure, in addition to it's heat theories, that it deserves a more cultivating environment. I am surrounded by reasons to expand artfully.
Tomorrow is the last full day of this. Back to my bed, and I do not see sabotage. If I could channel Neil Finn and take the weather with me I surely would.
In the fantastical guitar store I finally found an appropriate strap for one of the other great loves. The sales clerks were skeevy, but the vibe generally welcoming as I find many guitar stores are not for the ladies. Maybe that's more an insecurity than a real manifestation. I stumbled upon a traveler's convertible guitar and almost bought it for a dear friend whom it applies to. I decided against as he is strange, but it seems to prove that regardless of how little we speak he still comes up when my brain is vibrating at low frequencies. I think you're supposed to be able to talk to your best friend, or something in that vein.
Amid the 86 degree days I feel that I deserve heat. My body is constantly reminding me that this is how things should be, that the hiatus is the north and not otherwise. I would crisp more if I weren't so dedicated to sunscreen. Wrinkles are just part of the ride. My body is also sure, in addition to it's heat theories, that it deserves a more cultivating environment. I am surrounded by reasons to expand artfully.
Tomorrow is the last full day of this. Back to my bed, and I do not see sabotage. If I could channel Neil Finn and take the weather with me I surely would.