I think I'll turn on the heat in the morning, so the place is nice and toasty for Laura.
I like that white hoar, like the air after a shower - translucent, but not quite transparent - caught and frozen into a place. Time, as space.
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I now have 27 gossamer hairs on my chest. (This time I counted!)
Believe what you will, Gentle Readers! Tonight I type only for myself!
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Or so Miss Ludwig would have it. (By damn it's getting cold in here!)
Where was I?
Have I mentioned that too much classical music can drive a young man mad? I've half a mind to get lift my fingers from this keyboard, heave myself off the chair, struggle to the stereo in the other room and find a god damn UFO or 9/11 conspiracy station, then repeat the process all the way back.
UFOs? If one of you will remind me, I'll post my picture of a UFO for you - well, sort of; I'm pretty sure I know what it really is!
but you have to remind me
It's time for bed.
Thank you; you've been a lovely audience.
do you think I overuse semi-colons?