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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