time to recover from pain, and with a full heart, a throat that will not part with tears. maybe I've let them all go, who knows. I could use some girltime with chicks I love. right this minute, that is the potion that can set this Mexican free. lunch with T again sounds mighty good, good like the wind that caught me smiling today.
each day I see this guy - on my way home from work. he's this odd young man, he wears a wife-beater, long shorts, bandana, but that's not the odd thing. . . . he dons a yellow snake with faint brownish spots around his neck. a fat snake, really long too. in his right hand, a leash, attached to a pit bull. they all seem to froth at the mouth. today he looked me right in the eye, even though I'm in my car making a right hand turn as speedy as possible. and I what I want is to get rid of that image. odd huh.
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