Sunday, January 5, 2025

meadowlands

I let the light flit under my sunglasses for a while. Consolidated, I can peace myself by opening and closing a gratuitous amount of pockets. Drew my tarot yesterday. Outcome? Unsettling new changes. Fingernail growth will be accelerated. Internal body temperature will drop 0.4 degrees. The wheeze is permanent. The double-edged sword of creative energy will cut. Sunglasses off, do I really have anything to say? Driving over the swamp now—the one without the box turtles and only the cattails cattails cattails. 

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