“Pouring on the garbage and it’s filling up my car My suffering is meaningless and sticking like the tar That smothers all grass and lets me drive it to the bar" And if you want to handle me, just tell me who you are” -Larkin Grimm, “Dominican Rum” The weather finally broke and broke so hard it felt like I was some kind of desperate explorer staggering over the cracking ice-skin of the world and just trying to keep my footing Saturday night. But I might have been staggered in other ways, when I think about it. First to Ruby Tuesday...
Fits and Starts...and then more fits.
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