Noticing everyone in group isn’t nearly as bad or crazy as they think. They know they’re fucked up but are workin to better themselves. They’re nothin like the assholes at the bank that think they have it all together.
If I grew up in Greece BC I woulda been like, “There’s enough shitty things to never run out. But it’s a helluva lot easier to run outta the good when we don’t give them nearly as much time as the bad” & then I’d pass around cured Kalamatas & Moussaka.
My stepdad knows a guy who worked w the Long Island serial killer. Said he always hadda feeling about him. The neighbors too. & that’s how I’ve felt ever since I saw mine rip out their yarrow & toss it away like some useless weed.
Is there catharsis in space. Tonight we travel to the solar system of L 98-59, a world poised to intercept our classic "must see tv" line up of two hours of jokes followed by a fuck it all drama.
Sorry I took out your mailbox, but I was distracted by your overwhelmingly beautiful Crape Myrtles. They are one of my favorite trees, so I get dizzy during their bloom season.