boing's useless info of the day:
i love paul f tompkins
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if thought is life.
the howling wind keeps me awake at night & i no longer feel at home in my own bed. there are a pair of bushes outside my bedroom window that catch the night's air & distort the sound to a faint moan. a moan that becomes louder as the night progresses.
this afternoon i woke up & threw on some gray pajama pants & a black t-shirt. the top happens to be a pleasure fuckers tee that i normally don't leave the house in. people don't respond to the word fuckers emblazoned across someone's chest in all too friendly a manner.
so forgetting that i'm wearing this shirt, i take the dogs outside. normally there isn't anyone around, but of course this time, my old upstairs neighbor was out. she looked at me as i tried to cross my arms over the offensive words & smiled hello. why does the only person to see me have to be a nice old lady?
3:21 p.m. - 7.01.01
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