14.9.08

sunday, sunday

pulpy grapefruit juice and morrissey.

unsatisfying flea markets at trout lake.

too hot a woolen hat.

but i shined my shoes. and another man's.

a latte, too. why not? it is sunday!

let loose or something. you know?

then i have to spend a lot of time painting a plastic cow's likeness.

life's little zeniths.

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