A man with a graying beard and excellent oration talks about a game we must play. I take diligent notes, despite some competence with the subject. I scrawl assigned and arbitrary values to paper dolls. Littering thoughts and theories in misshapen margins. It all shakes out in the end. Little scraps of success that are carried away in a brisk breeze. Winds of dissatisfaction touching my life and my lovers.
12:07 p.m. - 2016-10-10
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