My late best friend was the only one with whom I could share moods of cosmic angst. Miss it. Mulligan the perfect soundtrack for it.
The soundtrack of America has become 24/7 news bombardment and very loud pop culture. I regard each as the dying pangs of empire.
My sphere of sanity has become very small, with a dog in the center.
I should have put Sketch in the CJ novel. A mistake not to.
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