I’ve written nothing this week. Made a new year less like the old year in an unsatisfactory way. Obligations and lists lining my walls. I am a glacier of ideas, melting with the speed of cow fart induced heatwaves. Something will find its way into the stratosphere in due time. You know it and so do I. Give me my wilted plants at the appropriate time.
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