Mojo
I’ve got my mojo back, it was in the red Volvo. In my lap there is a little black dog with dried shit in his ass, but I can’t smell it
And on the stereo is the Smiths and my wife is driving this car into the sunset.
It’s not a very beautiful scene; the sky is yellow, sure, but there are greenish brown gray clouds and the trees look black on either side of the gray road.
And now there was a clearing with this water and some gold where the sky meets the hillside like in a commercial for polar bread!
I’m going to have my beer soon, and look into the flames just like I described in my last post which was very deep.
I have been invited to two weddings but unfortunately I’ve grown too fat for any of my suit jackets so now I’m thrift store searching because sometimes they’ve got Manchester fabric and that’s what I’ll wear so help me good!!!
I can’t believe I’ll have to work tomorrow, strictly speaking I don’t have to do nothing, it’s just nice to be able to eat and have a solid roof over my head
Ok I’ll write next time I get a powerful burst of inspiration
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