Day
29. Cat is losing mind. Blood orange tequila sunrise. Sunday Streets is
good for the hood. A firm nap at 3pm. The Exploratorium at the pier.
Heat and sweet cheese. Art and food. Dancing on walls.
We've purged so many times that it feels like a short ride to the 'burbs. We wait, for the crazy crier who tells us to move on, but for now we get to live in an amazing place with tons of weirdos. It just takes getting out there and making sure you see each other.
Thanks to every human who gave me the time and the sight and patience to get along for even a day more. Brothers and sisters was a powerful shout once, it made us want to grab and hold the people around us.
We've purged so many times that it feels like a short ride to the 'burbs. We wait, for the crazy crier who tells us to move on, but for now we get to live in an amazing place with tons of weirdos. It just takes getting out there and making sure you see each other.
Thanks to every human who gave me the time and the sight and patience to get along for even a day more. Brothers and sisters was a powerful shout once, it made us want to grab and hold the people around us.
It's not midnight yet, it's nice and wet behind the ears, don't let the cynics step on the crest in your jib.
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