Dora's caught a light sneeze today. Green goop in her eyes plus crusties.
This is the nicest vet we've ever won. I didn't ask but British, I'm quite certain.
Walk to the grocery store next door. Take a call from a strange number. “Hey, just making sure you're a real person.”
I've spent the day rattled and shaken. A spray paint can on the verge of explosion.
Leave a bread crumb trail of chicken mmm nuggets.
I'm more than ready for this eclipse season to move on into the distance.
This week the thoughts are, “get serious, get down to business. Write like everyone else, a real formal spirit.”
But it makes my soul vomit. TinyDesk turned Professional Edition Prison (PEP). Yep!
Keep putting small things in the fire each and every day. Don't let your ambitious efforts fall away.
Shouting into a void with riddles, rhymes, word play.
Does anyone give a shit what I say? Is it all gibberish anyway?
I've changed my mind about being the introverted one. I don't want to always be writing for an audience of none.