A part of me is impatient to hit the road. Another wants to remain here, burying myself in favorite lit and music, boycotting the news. Still another, cashing in while I'm ahead.
What keeps me grounded is Sketch. He's a cosmic clown, cracking me up constantly, reminding me that Nature wins.
Time and space don't mean what they used to.
What keeps me grounded is Sketch. He's a cosmic clown, cracking me up constantly, reminding me that Nature wins.
Time and space don't mean what they used to.
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